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Sweet Calling

by Dawnell Harrison

The far sea softens my heart.
I've never heard my heart beat

so slowly — it is the sweet calling
of the waves.

I lie peacefully with my hands up
toward the gilded sky.

I have never been so
simple-minded and happy.

Now there is only one seagull
on the Seattle pier.

Copyright © 2015 by Dawnell Harrison

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