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The Black Sea is green today

I missed you, sea,
your galloping horses,
your small white hands waving,
Over here! Here!

I missed your stories, your voice,
your boom and whispers,
your deep greens and blues,
your million-year secrets.

I missed you,
and just realized this,
the way I realized
I had missed bird songs
when I moved to Rutherford,

and the way I missed the stars
visible only
on this side of the earth.

Good bye, Black Sea.

I'll see you
when I see you.