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Click herethe darkest corner of a forgotten attic
a glance at the Gramps I never knew
one canvas bag, Lands End brand
stuck between sandspikes and fishing gear
resting on a Pacifico sign
waiting out time for my arrival
holding page after page
handwritten poetry
tales of bars, beaches, and love
products of a shallow mind
which flowed constantly
fading reality into cool pastels
to be dried upon the summer sand
I now know why....
he smiles in every picture
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 35,000 poems.
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The first line or two is not very exciting. Actually, the first line is a bit weak.
The rest is quite nice.
These lines are fantastic:
fading reality into cool pastels
to be dried upon the summer sand
throughout this piece.....i've got to pull out my favorite spot here:
holding page after page
handwritten poetry
tales of bars, beaches, and love
products of a shallow mind
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nice work......don