Best Moored Poems

A word is just a word
dormant on a plate 
until..
it is read seen heard
or maybe too late
A soul is just a sole 
floundering pon the shore
til its fed a life line
gutted or moored...

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A slow twist of an invisible slide
and the hulls again escape,
drop down into the morning haze,
return as gray gulls rising.

The moored boats
slip in and out of the fog
as easily as ocean legends
then come back
painted by a distant sea.

Sinking or flying
the small craft slip through a...

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In all the world we travel, 
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