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Gregory Botts, since Clouds, leaves, waves. Wednesday, August 5, 2015. New poem still in edit. Sunday, January 12, 2014. Still dragging Hektor by the hair. Except for the meaning in the word,.
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Wednesday, June 18, 2008. He was driving down, now. The eastern coast,. It was brown beige. That weakened blue, it was early spring. The colors were familiar. Well, then the sprawl, lets say. This industrial northern clime,. The increasing suburban mall, mania. And cycle of dump. Remembering, his first glimpses,. The muddy Susquehannas. Flooded banks, the Yellow Breeches Creek,. This mud of a lifes under-. Strewn, bottles of strange color, bound. In loops of film, hanging. From flood fallen trees,.CONTENT
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Monday, July 7, 2008. Paumanok is the 1st part of. Here it is presented as a separate entity. Paumanok, was the Indian. 8220;had been a happy time. Cottage, a home, far from city rigor,. Through varied weather, the waves. Coming home, from the beach to paint. Waiting for the afternoon shadows lengthening-. Big, vacation like clams, in the pond. Just across the road,.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008. Clouds, leaves, waves. The lagoon at night opens. Upon the beach and stars. A storm across the point. Jovan drums a rhythm as. Displaced fumes of oil flow. Cormorants shiver in glimmering light. Black rocks, hissing waves,. Long grey clouds, reflect greenness. To breathe at the surface. Figures fly, torsos of light.
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Thursday, December 11, 2008. Paumanok, was the Indian. 8220;had been a happy time. Cottage, a home, far from city rigor,. Through varied weather, the waves. Coming home, from the beach to paint. Waiting for the afternoon shadows lengthening-. Big, vacation like clams, in the pond. Just across the road,. What one would wish for,.