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Tuesday, April 20th 2004, by Marissa A Spencer Rose Midst Seaweed Tide A rose midst seaweed tide Beckoned the tears of lost hellos, Dripped the cries of ocean farewells, As it rolled with the fanning water. It lay forlorn and heavy with lost meanings. Lost... Lost… The graying sky and cooling wind fluttered the bruised petals. Shocking in its brilliance against the drying kelp, it broke through the soft wanderings of a walkerby. Pondering and suddenly sad, they looked up at the endless water, Seeking the horizon for something lost. There in the shifting glowing light Birds soared in and out of dark scarves of gray, Entreating the fingers of mist, Pulling the heart into the sky. Feeling not the frozen seeping water, Transfixed eyes worship the rising Phoenix. Burning the image forever Never lost The roses in their constant turnings Were caught in the surf Rolling once again to decorate The green foaming tide Almost gaily they twisted in the water “Farewell, farewell”. July 11 2001 © December 17,2001 Marissa A Spencer

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