13 August

if i was a sailor i should wake early and sail the waters  just after dawn

before the day had completely come about

before the sun had risen all the way up into the sky

before the birds had finished breakfasting at the water's edge

I should glide seamlessly across the sea

with hardly a ripple to mark my presence

with hardly a wave to splash against my hull

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 when the sun rose higher I would sail back into port

and go about my day as if it was just an ordinary day

with no one save myself to know the mystery of my smile

with no one save myself to know that i had spent the morning 

taking tea with mermaids

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of an afternoon I popped in at the community gardens

zinnias were blooming in riotous masses along the outer edges of the split rail fence

and cornflower bachelor buttons

which are my favorite

scatterings of cosmos intermingled

 a simple flower to carry such an all-encompassing name

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"The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff".

 Carl Sagan

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