We cross open wide and vast
On spent storms blown past
Afloat in horizons of liquid fire
Sunrise brews our faintest desire
Feed on the American palette
Gentle rhythms to forget
Waves swirl the tongue
Fetal mind goes numb
Enchanted in a daydream
Caught in the jet stream
In the outside of clarity
On the inside of fantasy
Inland deposits of golden beaches
Shine the glow of what peace teaches
To those whose choose to row
Instead of go with the flow………..
Fennigan T 4.18.11
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