I Walk the Grass of Continents
Poetry by Eva-Maria Hogrefe
Tuesday, October 16, 2018
The Neapolitan Man
Love touched him,
The sea called--
And he threw himself
With wide-open arms into
The wave and swam a mile.
And then he stood still in the
Shallow, cold water
Like a stature of strength.
What great force moved him!
2018
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