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The road goes ever On and on … on and on … for One thousand pages.

(With apologies to Tolkien!)

Across the water, Returned from the underworld, move forward again.

(Edit: too many syllables)

Zeno’s paradox, Creeping to both things dreaded And things beloved.

Red sunset dying Against the canal waters; I continue on.

A man aflame in The fervor of the divine Is a burning bush.

Polenta, my polenta. You don’t go out by yourself. Friends make you more fun.

Tampa is flooded. Cars ford inundated streets Like urban rivers.

The wave crashed at my feet upon the beach, Leaving nothing but a sodden shadow. The ocean has gifts for supplicants each, But none for me, except for a wave’s bow.

What you sow is What you reap. Blowing kisses In your sleep.

(A day late and a dollar short, sorry!)

Me asleep on you. Longing, I dream tonight of You asleep on me.