Perigee

Perigee, Michael N. Johns, 1/20/2015
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Waves sing softly, washing the shoreline,
Just the edges, gently cleaned with every pass,
Evidence, damage, removed with the tides,
Leaving wet sand glinting, pristine, smooth as glass.
*
I need the tides to wash my life’s shore,
To free my heart and mind from chaos and debris,
In the same way the waves gently restore,
Come, cleansing waves, to my soul, but tenderly.
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