The Harbor

Boats from foreign shores.

I am waiting for boats from foreign shores to come in to dock. I am waiting for the tide to come in and bring familiar faces with it. Faces that I have seen in my dreams, with mouths that speak of the future and eyes that see me as I am. I await recognition and long to recognize. I long to speak of things that matter and to hear of things that I care about.

Voices, I wait for the sea to carry voices back to me: voices that can speak and be replied to.

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About Jeremiah Dowling

I write poetry and take crazy pictures in an Orange Chair all over the United States while reading amazing books.

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