People Over Politics, World Over Wealth
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A sailboat meanders across
the face of the earth.
Calm sea and clear sky.
Bright yellow Lupine in
the near distance fill
my vision with color,
my nose with subtle scent.
In the distance I see God’s
golf ball on the tee, ready
for a strike by a cosmic stick.
Reverberations will fill and
then echo from land to land.
Will we then put aside our
imaginary borders, so
all may embrace all?
Explanation for an odd reference: From where I sat when I wrote this, I could see a radio telescope which always reminds me of a giant golf ball on a tee. Thus the reference to a cosmic stick, proof of distant beings other than ourselves.

