Naps

Naps Naps, R SWELL, Blinking the dust of moments just past, Being with mom when she breathed her last, Sitting on the dock with my legs streched before me, Imagining the old wood dock a.ship at sea, The white caps rolling, My heart a beating, A man in the crows nest yells, Ship ahoy, PiratesContinue reading “Naps”

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