Bret Welch Poems

When those large buildings consume the sun,
The moon inches its way up from the ocean depths,
The beach-goers go away,
And take their noise with them,
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Wandering along the lonely walls,
An Angel floats to me.
Shocked, I stumble,
She notices, giggles,
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Very few friends have accompanied me
Throughout most of my life.
A lonesome child by choice,
I never really cared for any.
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A gray blob molds itself with invisible hands between my ears.
My grass resembles jewels in every direction.
Emerald green so bright, it puts Spring to shame.
Wandering forward, the cool jaded strips
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My new neighbors are
Quite a weird couple.
Black and Irish mix
To make a very strange combination.
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