Youth Knows No Age


Casco Bay, low tide or lowering tide

On a crisp day for solitude walk & silent talk 

During the winteresque version of pleasantly balmy

The wind was silent not stirring

The sky never lasts until forever

Only turning white at the horizon in between

In between places been and not going

Until one finally goes there 

The tide turns to return 

Turn to return

To…..

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