Now, where might that be?
Perhaps in a pearl covered house,
under the sea?
Imagine, looking out that window,
such aqua blue serenity?
With sea life with their noses up the
window.
And you wave your quill at them,
with a most affectionate, hello!
No technology under that heavenly
sea.
Just you, the poet, living in God's
aqueous, loving, eternity!
September 9,2020
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