To a Lost Lover

by Marie Delgado Travis
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I lingered on
The shore alone,
Hair tousled softly
By the ocean breeze.

The opal sea
-- Jealous,
No doubt, of the
Blue depths
Of his eyes –
Had claimed
My lover
As her own
Many years
Before.

Invoking his spirit,
I asked if he still
Remembered.

And the sea
Began to churn
In beveled colors.

Blind Homer himself
Would have been
Dazzled by the
Foam-white and
Wine orchids
Shimmering
In the rosy
Sunset.

I knew then
For certain.

My Odysseus
Never left me.

And I remain
His true
Penelope.