Tag: poetry
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The gift
Somewhere in the silky trill of the early birds my memory finds you, and in its deep wanderings
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Wake
When I look out over the empty lake at dusk, and see the overturned sailboats lining the shore, and the day feels full and tired,
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All’s well that ends (or, My penultimate NaPoWriMo post)
The poet is a beggar: the month’s now been run; All is, well, . . . ended, when tomorrow is done. That you express content (or do not oth’wise say)
