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| The Poet (RBS Collage) |
The Poet
Out on the water
I can think, or
rather give up
thinking altogether—
the afternoon hills
bathed in sunlight,
the glistening water
on fire, the scull
itself gliding oh so
lightly as if through air,
bearing me to a place
I seek but cannot see.
1 comment:
Hi Bruce. I hope you continue to post to your blog. Both your artwork and words are incredibly inspirational. Hope you're having a lovely week. --Judy
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