Grounded
- Robert Shafran
- Jul 26, 2007
- 1 min read

Gulls soar where I stand
Toeing the boundary of sea and sand,
A boundary no less absolute
For being always in dispute.
No less absolute the span
That separates the boy from man:
Though youthful memories implore,
I am earthbound evermore.
Amidst the tidal ebb and flow
I wait for my desires to go,
And come into a peace preferred
To soaring’s of a raucous bird.



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