Drift Wood Poem by Howard Dalton
Drift Wood
Drifting Silently On Waves
A Madness In Settling Graves
Tides That Take Me, Yes Me
Whipped Up Oceans, Tear Filled Seas
Lost In Horizons Unseen
Never Been Sure, No Never Been
A Broken Sexton, No GPS
Turbulent Currents, Tiller My Quest
Charted Courses Do Not Exist
I've Looked North, And Northwest
Compass Pointing There None The Less
I'm Just Driftwood, Like All The Rest
Howie Joe
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