now #2

this morning at our church,
the gulls are all quite vocal:
they are all quite concerned about You,
and they propose, in their loud caws,
exactly what they think that I should do:
go to Her, they cry,
as they proudly mount the sky,
She is the One in your lifetime,
never again to pass you by;
only this once, when She
needs you the most,
will you be received
as a welcome host,
so go,
now,
find your destiny;
you may later speak
of "the best of me"
but
now
is the time,
which will furrow forever
in your mind.



January 24, 2010, for the Wifey.

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