an unguarded moment

low, the fog rolls in at tide;
cold, the wind blows down and soft –
wandering and wondering,
a few stray birds aloft —

harsh, the thoughts that crown my brain,
thoughts of when and where and how,
everything that never was
just had to happen now —

a kiss beneath the summer sun
a vision shared by only one
a friend to nomads everywhere
a common man, a pleasure rare —

steps that lead me off and on,
tempera paints that fade and crack:
every little work of art
turning in, and


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