A POEM
Ice in the spirit
Is but frozen tears
And bitterness
Is expectation killed.
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- Karl Keating
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They quarrel in low tide mud
Over scraps of rotten food;
They rest on fishhouse…
When players voices no longer ring,
A set becomes a shabby…
O God of love, Your Kingdom is a beach
with gold sand —
each grain…
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