the waves pull back softly from the shore
like a mother waking her babe
and the bright blue sky is like her arms
gently molding me to her breast
the world opens wide, and the gulls sing to me:
“Wake now, my darling, and live and live and live!”
I float somewhere in this baby blue light
cradled unto the heavens
alive and feathery free
Alexis Attempts to Write 
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