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Poem: Paths That Don’t Lead Home

Home wasn’t calling to me
Whispers of words pulled me
Down old roads where we used to ride
With you by my side under the moonlight
Hands held over the console and signing
Songs by Tom Petty and Springsteen
On repeat as we cruised down to the bay

Poem: Walking Down an Old Pier Still Changing

Walking down the old pier at sunset
In the shadows of twilight I see
Ghosts sitting at the waters edge
Toes dipped into water cool for May
The heat of summer still months off
Still they linger with toes going numb
Talking and laughing over cups of coffee
Hoping the caffeine will keep them going
Until the earth eclipses the moon