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Texas Gulf Coast Blues August 13, 2007

Posted by vsap in Poetry, Uncategorized.
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Tank cars and seagulls

doesn’t this shoreline ever end?

It doesn’t do Texas justice

like it would Louisiana, or what’s left of it.

Losing a childhood dream is

hard to understand at that moment

when it becomes clear and the

shoreline goes for miles crowded by

seagulls and tank cars.

And there’s this albatross hanging

like misspent youth, a reminder

there are better things to do

than self-loathing though few feel

better right now.

Let the tears dry in this salty

air and my face stings but I have

to lift my head and look ahead

in spite of the shoreline crowded

by tank cars and seagulls.

Laughter might be good medicine

but the sun and sand and water

will do me until I can bring myself

to get past all these seagulls and

tank cars along the shoreline.

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