Never Found
Never found. The moon near midnight.
Fog ridden sails head toward a ramshackle pier.
Water turns still. Never found. White.
Quiet. The wet of approaching evening. Never found
beatific peaceful repose.
An orange rests in a fruit basket. Yellow daisies
drop petals. A glass of water waits.
In the morning. Never found
the same way twice.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
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