david jewell poet

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I drift like waves trying to climb stairs.

I float on the ocean in a boat with no name,

get tossed in the hurricane.

from an airplane you can see me,   just a dot

down below,  floating in circles to and fro,

either running away or trying to go home.

adrift in eternity on the endless sea.

wherever it comes from,   wherever it goes,

seems you have to lose everything,

or how do you know.



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