Poem 017 I walked among the field

04 Jul 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, No Comments.

Poem 017 I walked among the field


I walked among the field of painted faces and clowns
sand and waves crash and roar, in silence sings, she’s coming down

Another sells books which he laid on the ground
a boy runs down the shore, south winds bring, another round

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    Usually behind a cup of coffee waiting for the world around me to wake up I entered today’s thoughts about yesterday’s activities into my travel journal. I’m not a writer, so I’ll apologize in advance if I jump around or seem confused. These are just the thoughts of a young man who left his possessions behind and who believes that getting lost is how one finds oneself.

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