capricious perhaps

capricious perhaps
a bit wild to the unfathomable
the mysterious crossbow
that foresees what cannot be said

often I sit with family of wild
staring at ominous one
crossing bright water with words
of no tubular return

sailorish in certain ways
aquarius in days
that solemnity harbors
with a certain distance




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2014-04-11 at 18:10

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