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Scribble: Walking in Corner Brook

August 15, 2011

I could walk her wrinkles blindfolded,
So sure my feet were of her one-way ways.
She curved around me like a bowl
protective as the swans
swimming in her center.

I rolled up and down her hills
Feet faster than my heart,
Too full of her summer green
To feel anything else
But beautiful.

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2 comments

  1. Oh my, you wore out more than one pair of sneakers walking around Corner Brook………


  2. From Monty Python I believe – “up hill both ways”!!!



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