Friday, August 16, 2013

Tide Comments

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Spring, like a wave, catches one unawares, spray-shocks.
Fluorescent-lit offices have no seasons. Townsfolk do not mark the tides.
They keep their time, still. Buried in bedrock the ring laser registers
The gentle tug and easing deep in the roots of the hills.
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Gajanan Mishra 16 August 2013

riding the tide, good write, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.

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Les Brighton

Les Brighton

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