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The Lotus Eaters

We stroll the sands.
We are aimless. We have
no purpose. We are as clear
as the blue sea that laps
at the edges of our world.

Castaway we are, with only
waving palms and circling birds
to carry us home.

For fear of rescue, I cray.
Leave us alone, I pray,
alone. Let us live in
crystals of sand, in the

flecks of life floating
in the wide, wide sea.
Never touch us, never
open the ancient wounds.


  
Copyright February 8, 1983 by James Dolan