the drifter came
without a name
on crashing waves
one night
and there he stood
this man of wood
in morning’s cool
sunlight
he stands and stares
but never shares
what he’s looking
for
i guess someday
he’ll drift away
to find another
shore
–photo by me
He is an inspiration richly imagined. 👏💐💕
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He is!!
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What a fun photograph and poem! It made me smile today. 🙂
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Thank you, Susan!
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That is awesome! The poem describes the image perfectly.
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Thank you, Janet!!
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