Friday, June 22, 2018

Not My Words


In the summer
I stretch out on the shore
And think of you
Had I told the sea
What I felt for you,
It would have left its shores,
Its shells,
Its fish,
And followed me.

Waiting for me at work yesterday when I arrived

- bill kenny

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