Day 20, poem 20. Love to all of you, always. Do I say that enough? I should.

By Edith Hope Bishop, May 2017

Let my legacy
be the wind
combing shoreline grass
near tumbled rocks
alive with orange blooms
and darkest blue.
Shells and life
I never knew.

Let my legacy
be the crow’s back
a mystic green
among the black
as she rests
on speckled eggs
or when she cries
her clan down
from untouched height.

Let my legacy
lie below the sea.
A wild place left
unseen by any
but sly fish
and her kin
an unsung place
of coral and fin.


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