Long Waterfronts Poems

Flint 
Within its brilliance gleaming
Cool black in lacquered polished silver chrome
Cranked up pistons bleached in summer’s heat
Hot steam rising as gears thundering
Beyond the crystal liquid city lights
Highways built across the land
In hearts felt pride American...

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Gray are the lives that matter,
departed poems in a gray post-dated heaven;
‘silvery-gray,’ as the dead are said to say.

Paris was built gray; in summer,
the trees and the umbrellas upload color.
Yet only a few poems surfaced
they...

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there in plymouth, where the land kisses the ocean,
there is a sun, a sun that never sets, a sun called Cass.
a sun that shines on the free spirits of the Waterfronts,
in thousands of meetings between...

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"Softly Whispering I Love You"
	---English Congregation--1972


It was a kind of rife
tactically attempting
doggy on a waterbed

Or contemplating True
Inseam in the clang of bells
and platforms.

The 50th ponders
perspective that I have,
and knees that I don’t.

My wife wants to
scout...

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