deep water blue dreams
where lies
name on a headstone
un-dug grave
ghost walking
poet talking
bar stool writing
stories old
untold
drift as silence
a shot of tquila
held
in-between a moment
what dares
a dead man see
deep water blue sea
seasons
they doo seed
a dead man's reason
Your poems are always mysterious and this one conjures up images of being underwater from my memory of underwater swimming with my eyes open, perceiving a whole different world.
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Jane