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April 28, 2019
Sanibel Sunday
I could not find
a scrap of beach glass
or even a smooth hag stone
on the spit of sand
bayside on the causeway.
I watched a father
tie himself to an inner tube
and tow his red-haired daughter through
the brackish water.
He looked like a young Neptune
pulling a reluctant Ariel
back to the sea.
I wondered if he knew
that he would forever
be tethered
to her heart.
Tarot of the Crone--Nine of Swords--Speak truth to power. Speak truth to love.
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