Friday, March 15, 2013

Zip Code

I will go to that place where there
are mountains to look at but none
I must climb, & the ocean is there
also, the receding tide leaves
unbroken shells for the picking.

The boardwalk never closes
before midnight, every month
is August.  Each poem I write
will be published
in the morning newspaper.


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