I strolled away from city noise, away from strain and crowds, Superior grants strength and calm, despite her nimbus clouds. At lake's edge I can sit and stare imagining beyond horizon's curved and lonely cusp live those who share my bond. For I could sense those roustabouts who stroll to water's edge and gaze at distant shores where I now sit near leafy sedge. They, too, would need their time away from work and all they feared, I wondered if daydreams of me came calling while they peered. I sighed and left the peaceful scene, recharged and ready, though I still recalled the unseen shore and those I yearned to know.
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AuthorJack has published over 350 poems in his career, many with his own photography. He specializes in a view of the commonplace and Americana. Archives
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