i have this feeling
that my words
were heavy
too heavy
like anchors that
pulled
our
fun
down
but what i want
is light
like the sails that b i l l o w
and foll-
ow
the wind-
curves that
pull them around
i'm for hugging
the shore
and for tipping
the white caps
to notions
that move us
toward
colorful
sands
for untying knots
and seeing what happens
by using
our instincts
and amusing our
hands
it could all be as simple
and i see that
it is.
it's a matter of 'sounds great.'
and also–
no also.
i'm up for adventure,
so
for a limited time
i will wait
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Some times poor, boyish chumps are left at the harbor not even knowing that they've missed the boat. Indeed, they're staring at the dock-boards. But then again, who'd want them aboard? Sail on, good ship.
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