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the loom of salt
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bridging poems
The Loom of Salt
The warp is taut,
white as a winter shore.I pass the shuttle —
each weft a coastlineI will never walk again.
The selvedge darkens;
the cloth drinks the tide,
and begins to vanish.
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I always adore me a short
I always adore me a short metaphorical, set in free verse till the minutely true thought ends...
peace, pot, tequila shot
Jesus loves us, stoned or not
Glad the thread of it held
Glad the thread of it held true for you.
I like ending right where the thought exhales.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
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