By kevin urenda
Date: 7 November 1999
harbor
harbor
there is a heavy layer of sediment
obscuring the bottom of my heart
my harbor does not allow illusions
to sail in here
the ships here are never mine
only mine to take care of
to refurbish and
send out again on the seas of love
it's a harbor after all
a port of call
not a destination
just a stopping place
a watering hole
11.07.99
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