My first time participating in @TopTweetTuesday with this poem.


Dreams are boats, white-sailed
on seas flowered with sun-spangles.

We watch, you and I, the way
the spray sifts seagulls

between cloud and wave crest,
until the thread flutters out of our grasp,

dark clouds of waking gather
their gloomy skirts and credits roll

on that lost horizon, white with wings
and the yelling of gulls.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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