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water at dawn
runs by fingertips
onto cold stone
as a robin intones
ripe throated
staccatos
that bounce
along walls
that have seen it all
c..
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The sea speaks of longing
Songs from lost navigators
Echo in the cadence of dreams
Stowed half-known within.
Perhaps the rain has made it so;
S..
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I must confess,
Amidst the swirling blizzard
That I had been waiting.
How do I explain
When you lent into the storm
To cradle my focus
As it sw..
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I can see him there now, shadingThe high beating sun with his palm.Ignorant of times diligenceHe’d stare down for hours on his world,The burnish..
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A restless river runs close by the copseInside the forest, ruins steadily decayA stage that once sung, is overcome in silenceNo more a theatre, but no..
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‘This is the final frontier’ said the friend,as my eyes revolved around ice cubes in my glass.‘The world, it’s all figured out..
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Full blooded they appearSpeaking with my voice, the words I’d sayThose dreams, the dreams of the deadSeem so satisfying, until they talk.We, the..
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I now know why the universe does not distinguish the daysAnymore than we would a grain of sugar in a jarI have dreamt and in that dream I awokeTo the ..
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Some words about words...
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