Original Poems

in far july

in far july, the birds believe,
the sailboats come, the sailors leave,
and character is sold for cheap
by those who lust before they leap.

in far july, the doubtings creep,
and surface calm hides roiling deep;
the countenanced that yet aggrieve
no longer practiced to

deceive

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