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| Oceanside II (Colors) |
| Standing alone by the ocean |
| at twilight I watched |
| as the colors of waves |
| and the evening sky became one |
| in a dusky lilac and blue -- |
| The only thing that was different then |
| between sand and the waves and the sky |
| was then no longer colors |
| but a difference of textures; |
| and it occurred to me then |
| that everything we, beloved and I |
| disagree and fight on at times |
| is really the same, so why don't we just see |
| our lives as a difference of textures. |
| and I realized then, my brother and I, |
| I can no longer fight you, it's not worth this hatred |
| we're just really not that much different at all. |
| But I did not have for this new idea |
| a pencil or paper to write on; |
| so I scratched it in sand, |
| and then after the tide |
| had come and had washed it away, |
| inspiration had left, I'd forgotten my thoughts |
| and my world is now still as it was… |
| © Jon Bohrn (1998) |
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