By Jane Rain
Date: 2017 Sep 02
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Walking Away

On my early morning walk
I hear a foghorn in the distance
It matches my loneliness

All of the stars are visible for me
Even the Dinky Dipper
I make the perfunctory wish

I think vaguely about the nite before
There's a level of uncertainty
As well as contentment

So many thoughts cross my path
Too many things are left unsaid
But I keep walking away