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Jun 2018
Is this a holding pattern?
A ship looking for the beacon.
The spray, foam, and clouds will
sparingly distort its purview.
But it is not lost.

Berries fall against my shoulder,
while leaves lay against my feet.
The breeze rustles my hair?
yet the bird is not disturbed.
It is not lost.
Written by
ryan
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   JL Smith
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