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Reminiscent -J.H. Byrd- We found the boat in the late afternoon, when our souls were old and our bodies new. Silently as the flower..

Drifting The bells chime softly like butterfly wings; eternally born the pendulum swings. Outstretched and warm I sink into the banks ..

Made a view revisions and more are sure to come.

Eventually I would like to incorporate this into a book. This is based on a dream I had once. I also don't know what genre this would really fall u..

A poem about my roots in Glacier National Park area.

The Charge Array yourselves, blade and bulwark, beating on unbroken by inexorable hordes thriving on divide and sovereignty be..

A lamentation of a deep desire passed.