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  • Lorraine Johnson

[27] And I Wonder

I wonder where the waves go

After they meet the shore.

Do they surrender their form—

lose their meandering song,

and become forever gone?

I want to go with them,

to the beginning of their birth.

Perhaps there I will find myself

and how to be reborn—

to the shore that holds my home,

that carries my dreams

and weathers the path

of my fleeting om.

It was the seagull which drew me there

And I wonder...


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