November 17, 2010

I won’t abhor a harbor

where winds intertwine

with cool & warmer winds

and trails entering little islands

are littered with  nectarines

drawing butterflies  & guys like me.

.

I won’t abhor a paradise

It really seems the babies sigh dreams in their eyes

In a glare, I wonder how the sunny wrap she wears unworks

And the water here’s ambrosia

.

When I told the boss at work

“Where across all the miles

could I find this place?”

(where a smile would cross this face)

He said  “You’d be dead,

it’s heaven.”

.

I won’t abhor a harbor

where I might go

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One Response to “”

  1. Maria said

    continuing the wordplay, I say:
    an arbour is a place to be harboured!

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