Year: 
2017

the lost art
of statues and colonnades
sketched in time
 
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stars slumber
as the sea water
that rings my feet
 
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light mixed in shade
between the leaves
that line my feet
 
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centuries old
as leaves whisper
on New England stone
 
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another day
she wanders on
without a name

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