An unstructured attempt to make writing - any kind of writing - a regular part of my day...in the seclusion and privacy of the internet.
The chaos part will become evident straight away.
Sunday, May 4, 2014
Anchors
On our nightly stroll through town
we linger at the harbor.
Sailboats in the fresh'ning breeze
chafe at their anchor lines.
I turn. You've wandered up the street
and started window shopping.
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