Waves crash
Birds fly
Clouds
of silk
of silk
Hover
In the
Morning sky
A
Fisherman’s boat
Passes by
Head to the west
To parts
Unknown
Or
Journey east
Not far
From home
I ask myself
Too many things
About life
Big and small
When
I
Should be
Playing
With my dog
Or
Going
For a walk
Robert
2015
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