Sleeping By the Door
...Sometimes I think I see it
but then my head slips sideways
into a fogbank right by its fading threshold.
Jesus said: I Am The Door.
He said it in many ways.
My friend Morty, says
that the ‘do...
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Categories:
fogbank, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Lighthouses
...As the fogbank descended...the shoreline
was hidden behind an opaque curtain.
And dusk added illusion to shadows
drifting from fantasy...to uncertain.
At night a piercing beam of friend...
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Categories:
fogbank, 7th grade, 8th grade,
Form: Sonnet