The poetic musings of a girl that has traveled far but gone no where.
Monday, September 17, 2012
The View From Plymouth Rock
“Clearly,” she whispered, “you left hope on the black horizon knowing my heart would settle on time and geography.”
The pillow said nothing.
“Why are you a stalwart sailor ready to go down with the ship?
I’m on the deck with empty hands searching waters for evidence to an unknown crime.”
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