Yes

Yes to the invitation
that rolls like a tease
into my holding on to,
yes to the acid anticipation,
the tide that holds no fear,
nor regrets or must be.
Yes must be the port's way
of tuning in to welcome
and fly with the home birds.




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2009-07-14 at 18:53

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Such a short word--barely longer than no. Yet, one of the most powerful words in any language. Fine poem.
2009-07-14


Kathy Lockhart
Yes this is a lovely presentation leaving me feeling serene.
2009-07-14