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Sea Sounds

Those reassuring waves that
Keep rolling in
And seashore birds that cry out
for no particular reason.
You know there is no problem
their sound cannot modulate.

Like Higgs Bosons,
Those sounds are now gone.

It’s not to be sorry
if they were never seen
Or as originals can never return.

The search makes men patient
And momentarily content.

Like the sea’s reassuring waves
And cries of seashore birds

That sing out and wait
For what? They know not
what might show up.

But listen and
hear the sounds
coming in.

L. Fullington

If you have any comments on this poem,  L. Fullington would be pleased to hear them.

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