Wandering On the Way
Poetry and Prose
Tuesday, July 23, 2013
When it gets too hot
I swim and swim
until the noise is gone
and then the shore with its mad highway,
until the sun has vanished
and the waxing moon,
and there’s only starlight on the water.
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