Island
a poem
by
Stephen Boydstun
a poem
by
Stephen Boydstun
Island
Orbits back, forty-nine,
marching, tuned true upon that shore,
pulling through, through that cooling water
under that breezing blazing blue.
Sun-burning young loners,
stepping those dunes, under desire,
baring on high sands, only we
under that sky, beside that sea.
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