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Ebbtide
I wear the loneliness
a shabby coat
to ward off the chill winds
of passing years
a furnace lies within me
the ashes no longer glow
During the holiday season
Santa Clauses work by the hour
I wander up and down
the shopping malls of the Republic
alien in an obese culture
repelled by the blank faces
of the junk food generation
Everywhere I go
a small dog
looks at me with friendly eyes
before being struck by a passing car
I have come a long way
the road is flat
early dawn gives a cold light
Only yesterday a stately heron
paused in flight
stepped across my lawn
motionless he stayed for a moment
in a graceful farewell
Jack Mashman
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