H A R B O R

I won’t abhor a harbor




where winds intertwine



with cool & warmer winds



and trails entering little islands



are littered with nectarines



drawing butterflies & guys like me.



.



I won’t abhor a paradise



It really seems the babies sigh dreams in their eyes



In a glare, I wonder how the sunny wrap she wears unworks



And the water here’s ambrosia



.



When I told the boss at work



“Where across all the miles



could I find this place?”



(where a smile would cross this face)



He said “You’d be dead,



it’s heaven.”



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I won’t abhor a harbor



where I might go