The Day Between

Barbara Powell: Poet

I’m standing by the ocean

and the wind here

refuses to carry

my sorrow away

no matter how much

I whisper panicked into

her vibrant coolness.

I guess I am meant

to carry it with me

to the next lonely beachside.

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