weathered windows
scratch shut
a screen door
slides gently
like a morning
foot into a slipper
sea breezes
and familiar voices
cross easily
through the porch
a fog horn
and captains bell
send signals
into the dark
smooth stones
from the point,
painted with
names and faces,
lay gathered at
the center of the
table
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Author:
shadow424 (
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Comments1
an intriguing read, like your choice wording
thanks for sharing
Thank you
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