Found Poetry
Along the border of my peaceful life…
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The Wild Eye
Northern gannets glare;
thousands plunge like missiles,…
Figures Don’t Lie
Figures don’t lie
but liars figure…
They Should Have Realized
He should have realized that browning leaves,…
BEACHTIME
My doting mother calls to me from …
Unmasking
black ski mask
stretched over
my wan …
Moonlit Lake–A Meditation
a lunar disc hangs high
in the …
Vanishing Point
By Ross Smith
Rolling down the tracks …
The World of Hampton Plunkett
Tonight I’m poling
up the creek…
