From a retreat at Villa Maria del Mar
Fingers poised on keyboard,
curving waves about to crest,
unfurling power.
Sun splits winter clouds.
Wounded cypress at cliff’s edge
flaunts lopped limbs.
Rolling whitecaps roar
and fade, ever freshening
The silent now.
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Mary Camille Thomas
Mary Camille Thomas is a native of Santa Cruz, California who considers herself lucky to have returned after living internationally and on the road. She is a librarian by profession, and her poetry has appeared in The Moving Force Journal, Porter Gulch Review, and Sisters Singing. She is currently working on a novel called What Lies Buried and a collection of poems of the spirit.
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The Kingdom of Enough 
Delightful!
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Thank you! It’s a fun form to play with.
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