Look out at the bay
Should I stay
For another day
What will you do
Would you feel blue
Summer breeze blows
Wind without snow
Ticking clock stopped
American flag dropped
Moment of silence
Pretty as an iris
I look away
Thinking of what to say
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All generations become lost
In the days where time stood still
When the sun touched the stars
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When your eyes burn
From the tainted air
You can't help but
Stop and stare
At something that
Was never there
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Clouds form in
My cup of tea
Liquid becoming
The never ending sea
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My nose runs but
nothing appears
This cold never comes
but always stays near
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I wander through
Maine's woods
One hot summer day
Looking for an object
I cannot describe to
Humans with even souls
For I am looking to see
Myself in the leaves
On the tall trees
All around me
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Feet glide across the floor
Unreal to those who see
They're completely in their element
A universe away from reality
Between January 21st & 22nd, 2016
I like the Maine poem
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