Home Waving Poems

when rip tides

reach the moat

of my castle

in the sand

and clouds 

inside my heart

I am at home


drift wood

collected

from rock pools

build a beach hut

all by itself


tomorrow

I will...

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Around the corner and down the block of the last street but one
in a dusty rose chair of faded glory on the lawn of a...

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He clipped another one out of the news
The head on collision of Mr. Bob Hughes
Tacking it to his wall, he laughed to himself
Those trusting fools,...

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