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Jul 2013
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Staring,
as I often do
This distant place of wondering

Afforded of a mystic view
Raising flags,
woven free upon the wind

Across the sea

In your pocket
to remain
A piece of me in charms upon
a silver coated chain

Floating of its own ebb and soul
Waving as forever comes
Sent of lost and feathered shore
Grinning ear to ear

Taken from a prison camp
Framed in ocean’s mist
Found and lost and found again

Something I can not resist

Each day I reach,
in lengthened gathered steam
Drinking of a lemon scent
and foaming parakeets

Dancing on the beach of wings
Searing on the feet
Floundering, dreaming, asking…

When will you come to me

Fingers shade the sun
Bleaching on its way
Bountiful of endless love

So, so far away

This distant place of wondering
As I often do,
staring

Hoping to find you
Jack
Written by
Jack  San Antonio Texas
(San Antonio Texas)   
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