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david lee wright west boulevard When we had found What we thought Where we were All the ships became distant And the sky fell upon our backs Raising the floor to our brow Forever sealing loose lips With the Birds as kings And the Trees as their interpreters Juxtaposed among uncertain tongues The light shrank into cascading stars pointing towards a home Where together What was ours Had no time to be Lost when we were Want to respond to this poem? Do it here! Return to Poetry |
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