P o e t r y

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New Poem

Summer Storm

There's a place

Not far from anywhere

Or at least as

near as we can see.

 

Dreaming past the neverlands

Yet where we want to be.

I've come here often

and heard the tales

Of who and never was,

I've seen the Sirens

in that cove beyond

And questioned just because.

 

There are boats

that float offstream

With anchors never weighed

There are others

Tied so heavily

It's a wonder they've been paid.

 

When the summer storm

Comes by next year,

And the tide is on the rise

I think I'll tie my sails

more differently

To see what time derives.

by Keno

 

 

 

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