Longing tugs,
want nudges,
loss fills in every crack.
Mist descends,
slowly obscures
the beauty of ocean
glittering in sun.
Suddenly sun,
always sun
above, behind, beneath
the veil.
I have seen the veil.
It parted in a breeze once,
but settled again,
never
to be moved again.
Opportunity Missed
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About the Author
Francis Hicks moved to the Oregon coast a while back, which to him is heaven. He walks on the beach most days, gathering inspiration and seashells. His writing has appeared in Emerge Magazine, Ariel Chart Magazine, and several anthologies including Dairy Hollow Echo, The Way The Light Slants, and Life Is A Journey.
