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Where anchors go to lie

On the blue bottom instilled 

Along the wavy sand near to

Where the sea shell visitor seen

Other things of note peaked two eyes

Search of unsuspecting little sea delights

Beneath the weathered roll of darken waves 

Schools of round multi colored fishes in search

All have come to eat sparingly and run from birds

That dive and dine come what may begins goes on

In water lands where ships anchored in yonder poems

Lie still unanswered that brings water to surfaces edge

Implies the order the button top side sometimes stranger

Order top to bottom and reverse sound like I make it up?

A earlier note is the tides at anchor sway monkeys chatter

The distant cousins from seas afar brought real from frost

And grim stick and stone the gray mirage where none gave

But from sea to cliffs seas to seas end and cliffs edge in now

Proclaimed under breath end what was the earth’s beginning 

The anchor is a faithful opening of a story leaving you to think

The way it was once belonging to something more road to peace

☮️ The silver long standing ringing echoing the bells call far wide

Still the distant thing restates my changing beliefs bringing to front

Where raised eyebrows are noticed the point early direction liken to

A cross word puzzle that can go the other way at any time given your

Change of thought the road to another direction where a celebration 

Is in the process I do understand writ en legend my made up notes that

Avoid the whale of criticism a new statue without crumpled head ware

Rank and privilege the rise of spear sword and note one is the road to

Permanent peace the other a pointed finger ahead on the fish pole hook

A little red paint from something in interesting color wakes the enemy 

Hungry pursuits, fish of course, yesterdays deals tomorrows throw away

What is the divide of sci fi fantasy and the reality of its other challenges

Such as build back better or better not be wrong return to start with ballot

In hand and pillow at days end because the road they have taken did not

Post a name that stuck in the memory or days end or begun with masked

Shadows and waxed figurines less the place in the sky become a old wise

Tale of bread and water the promise of neither can deliver I see all in same

Light or way it becomes by chance and reel spun out of control reaching 

Were reaching beyond the realm we were post paid.

The fabled return of Washington

The first time glory left the field and went on to the western edge of time

Being the voted preference I rose from my place went to the walled map

Saw redrawn lands one acre by the log fort now the old Paris Boutique 

That brought out the good of life of you in lasting proof your best tails 

But men in other times became the oddity at large none for soda or more

To quench the way through the winter but gave on to the days news spread

Later with a stamped ad hoc making sense the goodness with a hiccup