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On A Windward Isle

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Pockmarked charcoal battlefields. Behind him.  
Death knells. But he had landed. Unharmed.
The earth shaken. Landscape scorched.
And still standing. Alone. On rough shores.

Missing Sarah.

Mile after mile after mile. Taking him.
Uphill. Then down. Jogging. Racing.
Running his heart out. Pushing steel.
And finally saying goodbye. To his work.

No more volcanic visions. Burned out.
Grasping. For a one-way ticket. Away.
A friend had mentioned a west coast place.
For whale watching. And starting over.

For no reason he could possibly explain
He dreamed of Carrie. Night after night.
Long ago love lost. Found out.  Guilty.
As if betraying Sarah. Unable to save her.

Losing her again.

Hey. It’ll be ok, ‘Doc’!  Impossible.
He’d heard it. Audible. Like Sarah chiding him.
The way she’d done so well. Sparkling. A tease.
Laughing like a girl. And then he knew.

Stepping out in the sun.
On a windward isle.

He would recover lost years.
He was coming home.

© 2012 S. Michaels
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Seven Love Stories – Leo & Carrie

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Author: LightWriters

Faith child. Poet. Photo-buff.

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