Hello, friendly bloggers–I hope you’re in fine spirits. I bring you another poem from Hagar😊 ~ Cale
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He liked boats, craved sailing
it fed him the way his work did–
She only adored the water’s
shimmer, its varying color…
and standing on the shore
where wind carried
salted fragrance and
directed waves
as ballet–but didn’t
toss her where she
might not return…
She could see him
not too far distant
she waved
he waved to her…
as long as she kept
his boat in view
he was certain
to come back to her–
he craved sailing
she craved him more
Poetry ~ Cabbage After Christmas 
Nice last two lines. Two perspectives on craving.
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Thank you so much.
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