Friday, February 27, 2015


By the ocean's side, when the tide is low
and the waves are lapping soft,
as the gulls are resting by the shore
and the clouds are sliding slow,
there’s a chance to hear the ocean’s call –
a whisper from the deep –
and you might pause to catch it, but
it’s rarely yours to keep.
But when the tide is coming in
and the waves are crashing loud,
as the gulls are wheeling o’er the sea
and the breeze is blowing strong,
you then can hear the waters fall
and rush towards the shore –
and what you hear will then be yours
for then and evermore.

2015 February 27th, Fri.
(walking back home late after work 

the school's Chinese New Year show)
Brooklyn, New York

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