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Might
I capture a place in time
When oblivion was fine
With marshmallow mud and mindless minnows
Oozing out of line.
Aromas rode the
breezy shrine
And deep-sea crawlers spiked the brine
of a potpourri of seaweed slime
In a harbor that was mine.
I
pause to grasp a breath of thee,
Subdued to a fantasy,
Where fog horns and the seagull’s flee,
Enhancing the possibility.
Embrace me, oh, embrace me now,
Hold me in that place in time
In the harbor that was mine.
The
elusive scent does taunt me
And sends a teasing memory,
Come back, come back, embracing me
Entrance me, sooth me, cooling me
With the splendid immortality
Of the harbor that was mine
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