Islands

“No man is an island,”
so says the preacher.
Though, he may live on one.
Where he departs to the mainland
by boat or bridge
he remembers the waves and the breeze
off the channel,
the wild, high island sounds.
All men die islands,
then he returns to these shores
of solitude.

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