“talking about the way things change
my family lives in a different state”
our generation - the leavers.
living by the south seaport, these ships incessantly taunt my land-bound life.
“Legolas Greenleaf long under tree,
in joy thou hast lived - beware of the sea!
if thou hearest the cry of the gull on the shore
thy heart shall then rest in the forest no more.”