Treasure Island

Is It Poetry

(1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

Every Night Some One Leaves


Every day before night often is.
Grasping for the open source,
high in the clouds it is close.
A friendly face I came through.
The day that moving water stopped,
I understand that feeling full,
glazed eyes, my smothered memories.
When they greet me at the top.
I see that someone I once knew,
never wants to leave.

Submitted: Tuesday, March 19, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, March 20, 2013

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