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Sway
At last you've arrived,
safely ashore from
those swirling currents
to my oft shown back.
I turn, then grin, for
your line has changed to
a stronger, yet more
delicate curving
like a bright lantern's
paper sphere grown
warm with a child's flame
- illuminated.
To this sun I now
revolve, a new Earth -
in your cradling arms,
a world gathers life;
and burden time can
surprise: I'll trust our
fortune, that a wind-
-blown lantern will sway
in the worst of storms
but merely return
to its place, return
with a dauntless glow.
Lance Calabrese is an American writer who has been published throughout the U.S. and elsewhere
Email: Lance Calabrese
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