puddles of wet word joy
puddles of wet word joyshines in spite
on canvas of it all
there are worms
in my fought for regard
I am hollow
dice is my name
crossed fingers and
a special resilience
dipped in ambiguity
and a kind of loneliness
birds respond to
I am the sea of images
a tonality oceans know
a final fall upon the shore
Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2014-06-08 at 21:13
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