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The poetry of Kris Mercer

 

A Retreat
This boat of mine
   is no status symbol.
   It is my escape, my freedom.
   The smell of the salt
   laden air.
   Sea breezes,
   blowing through my hair.
   Solitude, solace. 
   Sweet sensual pleasure.
   You can't take that away
   with your words.
   Liberally laced with thorns.
   No, my dear.
   Not a status symbol.
   A Retreat.

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