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March 27, 2018
Just another lonely man

Somewhere out there is a place
where the woods meet the ocean
and the trees dip their roots into
the brine for the fish to swim amongst
hiding from the harshness of the groping
sun. And on the shore there are tents
and cars and families camped to throw
a line out into the deeper parts
of the water hoping for something
larger for dinner or just something
to nibble and make the children laugh
and dance and point and call to thier parents.
And alone a man sits apart just
waiting for exactly the same.