A Few Words of Parting

                                 I find myself at some bar 

in the middle of some tiny island paradise; 

my own pair of eyes                                            

watching someone play with a pair of dice; 

                                    surrounded some clear, 

calm seas,                                                               

              capped with some clear, calm skies; 

sipping on some clear, calming drink;            

the first or the sixth — it doesn’t really matter, 

I’m not really there.             I’m picturing myself daydreaming about being on some grassy field 

with some hills before me. 

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The Crow’s Harvest

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