by Robert Lloyd Jaffe
To ask the sea
to make sweet water
it has to go to places
it never thought it could go
until, far into the mountain valleys,
it has no more right
to call itself the sea.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
I am an observer and listener of the music of life. Where I find cadence, I find my interest and passion directed. It can be sound, light, smell, or purely an experience of thought. The sky, the sea, the mountains, and the machines that allow me to explore those places draw my attention, and give me serenity.
Last updated May 06, 2016