sandpiped I roll into waves

sandpiped I roll into waves
a tide a vibrant city
I lit lowland with a must be

pale herons cockle deep in mud
a bottled jinni fired flood
sigh seeps through distance

the old dog's refusal is close
this living on time's eroded rail
the let go that is so not on




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2014-08-06 at 22:33

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You do paint the most amazing images with your words. I love to read your poems, and sometimes they just make me smile at all the images I see, and sometimes they make me sigh. This is beautiful.
2014-08-07



I really like this.
So strange and unique.
2014-08-06