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A single, brightly coloured wing
swoops like a feather,
dives,
lifting a lone figure through the waves
with drive, with joy, with speed,
with glee
the tide goes out –
leaving the tears of the sea –
the glossy waters
to give a kiss, nog kus, one more
to seagulls, clouds,
dreamy me,
Da Vinci Leonardo:
“Once you have tasted flights,
you’ll walk the earth
with eyes turned skyward,
for there you have been,
and there you will always long
to be”,
I wrap the seaside
sending it
in one wave-thought to you,
my lone figure,
in the sealess house.
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