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The Tide Is High
by Ann Mortifee
The tide is high,
The sky a wave of white and blue
and seagull sweep,
The beach is full
with a bumping and tossing of logs
driven here by the storm.
Scarved and gloved and booted,
I feel the wind
And it is good.
Like a bow-necked stallion
I snort the dragon's smoke
through each nostril
Toss the mane of dark hair,
And laugh.
For the power ls in me again.copyright Ann Mortifee 1999