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Burnished Eye
I do not intend to take a long walk off the short pier of poetry, but I have my moments.
My Medium writing is suffering from conflicts with my day job, my music playing, and the two books I’m working on. As I said in my last piece, “in this life, you have to choose your regrets.”
And now you can choose to regret my choice to post my poetry…
A burnished eye
To see of thee
A depth of tranquility
Mindless of the chop and spree
Blown about
But anchored in the lee
The I that is thee
Thee, but for that which is we
I am you and you are me
