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When time was young and fish were wise
a little boy would guard the boats
that his people used for gathering food
while their gods watched above from skies
that laid closer to the water & earth,
for this was where the wind came to rest
and the sea caressed the edge of the world,
and blessed those who trusted in the rhythm
of life until the cycle of death would
come and set them free, to watch over
a little boy who guarded the boats
when time was young and fish were wise.
Image: my poem was inspired by this photo from my friend Bernie Medina.
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