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they told her
she was weird
she was different
she was too much
or not enough
they told her
that she should
be tougher
brighter
prettier
or whatever
would suit the mood
and it used to hurt
leave these little
scars all over
her heart
they wanted her
to be cold
and unfeeling
hopeless and lost
but they always
underestimated
who she truly was
because they never
took the time
to really find out
 May 2014 Zuffy
Lana
Morning
 May 2014 Zuffy
Lana
Morning slips in
like a wide-eyed child
at my bedside,
I roll over
and smile,
ready to play.
 May 2014 Zuffy
Lana
Spring Tide
 May 2014 Zuffy
Lana
Hi there,
I say to the ocean,
dropping my shoes
for the sandy pilgrimage
to shore,

A lone figure wanders
into a Delft seascape,
Blues and whites
of Dutch perfection engulf
my field of vision,
Water and sky reflecting
back infinite shades,

the blue of stiff dungarees
at the horizon,
clouds in shaving cream white,
the heron blue gray of the shallows,
I could name twenty shades
on a good day, like today
when the beach is all mine,

I step into the cool ooze,
jolted into a sudden jig,
I hop, a riot of ah's and elbows,
Waves rush at me
like a legion of puppies,
frothy and excited,
I laugh at their sloppy greeting,
Overwhelmed by their welcome,
unconditional and salty,
Spray lapping my face
as I find my footing.
 May 2014 Zuffy
Lana
Golden lightning bolts
         jolt the muse to action
Dark skies lit for one...
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