traversing on
this salty moon

flashes of past
remind me a child

of pen and paper

there are repeats
of silly dances

where feet stride
on a portico

of misdemeanor

when caught
there is no rectitude

leaving an iniquity
to another turpitude

of manifold cross






About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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