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Death Call

abracad, · Categories: externally authored, poetry

By Dr. Stewart Bitkoff

Gently, the ocean waves break upon the rocks;
As an old woman rests
Beneath the late afternoon sun.
Sheltered under her favorite umbrella,
Sitting in a worn beach chair.
Listening to the ocean’s soft lullaby;
Slowly, she raises her head
And peacefully calls out across the water. 

“You are nothing more
Than a warm afternoon in the sun;
An eternal vacation by the shore
And I am no longer afraid.”

Again very slowly, she rests her head
Back on her chest;
And for a moment, closes her eyes-
Breathing deep the fresh ocean air.

-SB


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