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Is It Poetry

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

The Infinite


Returned from whence I found you growing up.
Down by the sea,
I sit alone to ponder atop a large wave that wanders back and forth.
Evolution here has passed us by.
Ships their timbers, ribs exposed to all.
She is a fiend, a friend to all but me to have, I know.
A promise made I can't except because.
No trees a bush I was a man before, I was a boy to her.
A promise made to you was never kept.
Down by the sea,
our faith was never kept, down by the sea I dreampt.
Instantly fatal it was hard and not an antidote.
I found you growing up, we turned and went that way.

Submitted: Monday, December 23, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, December 24, 2013

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