daily poetry
committed to creating and posting one poem per day.
April 11, 2010
#381 dead wait
gone, gone
the anchor has been cut
and we motor away with the limp empty line
she lies on the bed of our ocean floor
lies, as sediment lulla-byes her to sleep
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