Treasure Island

Jonathan Galassi

(1946 / Seattle, Washington)

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Middle-aged


He was middle-aged which
means that the mixture of
death and life in him was
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  • Liliana ~el (2/9/2014 6:54:00 AM)

    Very interesting
    Wondering about life, trying to make sense of it
    Not sure what you want, yet feeling a lack of something (Report) Reply

  • Savita Tyagi (2/9/2013 4:23:00 PM)

    We all like to believe that time of life gone by was not theatrical or a dream but that is the strongest impression left to wonder about. This poem felt strange in reading yet left an impression. (Report) Reply

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