The Drift

by Sandee Lyles

We drift along and fail to notice
What floats by much of the time
Up and down, up and down
We bob and grab for big stuff

Likely miss more subtle bits
Then bump into one once in a while
It was Jack who said,
“I see you there.”

He took the bite out of wind
The burn out of sun
The sting out of salt
And skipped his heart across our ocean

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