Leanne

Actually, in days gone by, I wrote two books of  poetry.

 

I went down to the banks to play

And added briney thoughts

To the miles in between

There in the sand stood a crane

Focused on a minnow he had lost and seen

 

In the spring the snow melts away

Stretching the banks like joy

Laughter to break the smiling ice

So bright and full of teeth

Separating you from me

 

Pictures of you run through my thoughts

Old man willow trailing brows

In muddy water

Full of the tumbling leaves

Floating away like our brighter days

 

I think I might build a boat

Crude and sturdy

To drift in the current without oars

And watch the sky float over me

Chasing the dreaming clouds

 

To the sea

To the sea

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