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by Kim Thevenot

He is not a wanderer but his territory is vast
His distance from a single point, a direction stretching
Across a space with intersections of beauty and despair
Gold illusions of disasters in waiting.

There are no straight lines, just wiggles through
An infinite space of wind and blown kisses.

10/18/2011

Posted on 10/19/2011
Copyright © 2025 Kim Thevenot

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Shannon McEwen on 10/19/11 at 01:43 PM

I particularly love the last line

Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 10/21/11 at 12:51 AM

"Gold illusions of disasters in waiting."--Great line, and good stuff all around.

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