This is a collection of almost all of the poems I have written over the years. Thanks for being a reader of poetry and let me know what you think when you have a chance.
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Thursday, December 23, 2010
Waved
Not far beyond the breaks lies a cold, wet hell,
Not far beyond the crest, not far beyond the swell
Of a heaving torrent that roils, rises, then eats itself,
Of a heavenly stew of bodies broken like promises on a crisp coral shelf.
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