Michael Mason Poems

Freer than me; but how free am I?
with a sigh, I remain on high,
for a time at least,
untilthe great feast.
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The breakers fall in the sea one by one.
The ones on the end I cant see anymore:
covered by the speckled waves of the swell.
A shoal of shells fall down into the breaker,
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Why did I not do well in the begining?
when I had so much going.My treadmill
was working in escolation: my thoughts in rhymn.
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I stood on the road at first
watching the great waves
fall over each other in a foam.
The grey tormented sky racing
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A dandelion rising strong through a crack in the path,
looking strangely wrath;
with a spikey head of yellow,
queer fellow!
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