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VOICES RESOUND
The adventure continues despite the loss
No accused on trial
No uranium isotopes ingested
Just the ocean wind
And its faint scent of salt.
Nearly invisible in the mist
One runs as swiftly as before
Yet over the shoulder is just an echo
No melodic “wait for me”
The wind mill of the mountaintop
Turns almost as before.
Music and voices still resound
And the shooter chases the rebound
As the planets stream by
City lights gleaming in the night.
Smiles break out as moments are recalled
That were as close to perfection
As could be imagined
By the two who started it all
Afternoon passes in a cool whisper
Hinting at the coming fog bank
Which waits ominously
On the western flank of the coastal hills
Building its nerve
Holding its fire
Until the time is right
To blast mercifully over the ridge
And flood millions of souls
With its mighty cold
We warm ourselves greedily
Knowing the blanket of billowing fog
And its undeniable force
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