A slow, reluctant breeze deserts the bay
flies inland where the action now resides,
all packed, the dresses, knickers of the day
and butterflies like fresh Virginia brides.

Wings are the force that brings the lift for you to rise
though one more prayer would not likely go astray,
I know your mind is visualising two blue eyes
as it withdraws from all the turbulence in May.

Will there be sparks and little lightning at the coast
and have you left those pesky gremlins far behind,
and would you like me serving linseed raisin toast...
or would you rather that we practice to unwind?

Herbert Nehrlich 2

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