Corner store
Neon on a soggy eve
Reflecting on the road
Working neighborhood

Mill town
Here, we don’t erase history
We tell the stories
And we always will

Those who came before
Bequeathed to us this place
And are to be held in respect always

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Salt Air And Memories

Deep sea waits, flexing its' fingers as it looks skyward
Logs glisten in the sun, freshly rained on - hopeful
Pebbles wait softly sighing in the wake of the tide - mournful
If I stand on tiptoe I can see the sea faraway
And in my dreams feel the wet thunder rolling deep.
I look back to my desk 3000 miles away renewed
The salt air fresh across the years
and friendships
-ml’23

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