Another Sea - Oct. 5, 2024

Gary Hunter
Oct 4, 2024
1 min read

each day passes disappears

like a diary written

with invisible ink

I don’t remember

when I last changed pens

nothing stains the paper anymore

my memory a calm ocean

old storms and high

waves long gone

I float unruddered

on a current in a sea

day after week after month

and where can a sea flow

but into another sea

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