Silver bodies
formed of morning mist;
leaping arcs
of dancing light
move closer
to ride the waves
at breakers edge.

Foolish woman, to think
that dolphins
would appear for you.
They simply came...

Magical though, a prayer...
then this,
as if it were a gift.
Dare I allow myself
to feel so blessed?

© 1996 Judy Anne 

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