In Memory


we have not seen
Mandela
in the wordless
flight of birds
his broken silence

oh the sea is cold . . .
gulls wing across the bay
through burning water
he touched our veins with ice
and the prison faded

earth
shivers with grief -
we are all
floating islands
counterweight to the stars

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