Poems of Lighthouse Bob
Dust to Dust #506
Dust to Dust Alone, I wander on these lonely docks of men across dunes of happenstance, across shards of time, into a foggy abyss of perpetuated dreams; a menagerie of seagull and lion calls and wives with hooded little children waving 'Papa' out to sea … “Godspeed! Godspeed!” |
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Dust to Dust #506
Dust to Dust #506