South bay, the water carrying me along,
as day yields to night's returning
stream . . .
Letting go the oars, I drift aimlessly,
preparing my silence for the journey
home.
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Reviews of "FLOATING"
Reviewed by xxxxxxx cccccc (Reader)
Reviewed on December 16, 2006
I like this very much, and other poems of yours that I have read. You have a relaxed style that draws the reader along into something metaphysical. There is a reward in reading your words. Ones imagination is stirred.
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