WaitingA Poem by Ranger Kessel
The slow waves of memory lick at my toes
as I sit by the sea, removed from everything. I wonder what to do with all of this... The rubble of shattered plans and dreams surrounds me, dry eyed and wondering. I am watchful. I am waiting. © 2022 Ranger KesselReviews
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