This morning seagulls
called out whistle-bright
above the frozen world,
camellias under ice, clear
dawning. Now it’s night,
my bags are ready,
nothing is left but to savor
life, packed down nicely,
finally, and this dry
cava, cold as a cave,
clinquant on the tongue,
like the ocean arriving,
a secret revelation,
so transient and divine
[HAPPY NEW YEAR! Optional Poetry is going on vacation, for the next week or so will be posting poems from the archives– new, possibly tropical, poems coming soon…]
OPTIONAL POETRY 
Safe and wonderful travels!
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Beautiful!!
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Thanks!
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Enjoy your vacation. May it be restful but full of adventure.
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Thank you! It was both, and over far too quickly
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I know what you mean. Vacations generally end too soon.
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Have a great time dear C, think of me in rainy England! ~ P –
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Thanks, Pola!
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