PAUSE ALONG THE POINT

Light skiff of rain
Tears fall on page,
Leaving all: �..So long!�
�Seeking contentment
Elsewhere as I take a last
Timeless walk along the Point

Where small boats bop
Up and down in sea�
Before ferned mountains
Purpling heaven and
Below the muddy plains
Baked golden, dismal feelings

Disappear among the reeds,
The screech and cry of
Gulls and other birds.
�Jumbo� herons glide over
Ducks rude-jestering
Bottoms-up to a glassy sky.

Within me came
The wingless Fool who,
Despite all, attempted to
Fly up over marshes of
Scorched Desire: over trees
Scraping and far beyond

Colley Hills where the breeze
Was whispering Legends�
Distant voices singing of
Unwritten past or�
Is it �.future?

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