Newfound
By bmccabe
newfound. (a poem of Seattle) shelter takes form in a rainy dismal city adorned, indeed fringed with –only rainbows and, long journey completed I take hope take sustenance in home not even yet seen here Hill and Shore are as much mine as was all before i own here i am here and in this nowplace called to be --only freed. --brian f. mccabe 1/16/00 Written January 16th, 2000 © on Dec 06 2001 09:14 PM PST 0 • 12
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