The Other Shore

It’s been days since her feet
have felt anything but waves
and storm-tossed salt. Her
fault, perhaps, for leaving
those last hourglass sands.

Her hands long for un
-reflected sky, land’s
final spill, unsway.

Lulled loose, still
lost, she dreams
of dove wings,
olive branches.


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