Chandler McD Poems

What do I say, but that
I am new here.

Strange, being with
...

Bustling down to the waters edge, boulders waken
Everything.
Much like politicians when they are trailing in the polls.
...

The mists are almost always here.
Bad for hairspray. That gets quite
Costly.
...

But, sitting here, sipping wine, gazing out
At the Ocean
I forget the briefcase by my chair, forget
The laptop, just for awhile. Just forget.
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