(for Cheryl)
By J. S. Porter
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The light withdraws
the tide recedes
despair
The light returns
the tide comes in
joy
In the waterlight
other, smaller musics
mostly guitar
build
and quietly
crest
under the magisterial sweep
of orchestral sound
The music is your mother
disappearing
unexpectedly coming back
Long for her departure
to anticipate her arrival
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Included here with the kind permission of the author
