There is a place in South Africa where the Indian and Atlantic oceans meet They come across the globe spanning hundreds of miles and they meet All the life, the wild nature, the stories and deaths and adventures, are all brought together Against all odds and intuitive thought, they are brought together, and they meet And yet, they still stand, Or -er- swim , at odds with each other You can stand on that cape and look out and be able to see clearly, one in blue and one in green, with apposing tides, two oceans, separate from each other, even as they meet There have been many days were the currents of my life have felt like that tide A million minor and major miracles bringing two families together over and over again In Poland And Persia And England And the Upper East side And the far South Africans rocks With the Far Rockaway clothe To make this one person This one line amidst an ocean That is both comfortable with the tastes of palocharash and gefilta fish on her tongue That sports...
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