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A wren at the window was telling me the news
He's waving to every songster along -
the way
Whistling a song and a rhyme on a perfect day
Scribbling a write in his new hideaway
Inviting his friends and elders to come out--
and play ....
Copyright August ,2021 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
In a small sailboat
I went to sea alone
and came back reborn.
A clear day and light winds
turned an intended short day
sail into high seas and strong
winds, 9 hours later I found my
way home, in a tattered boat,
an older and wiser man. With
a humility cake eaten whole
with nothing to wash it down
but salt water.
 Aug 2021 CK Baker
jordan
my poetry
 Aug 2021 CK Baker
jordan
the bones of a poem
ride on the storm
that bellows through
wood-fired red skies
and they rattle all night
but with dawn's light
i release them
as butterflies
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