Portrait of a Poet (08.07.10)

English: Negative low tide at Ocean Beach in S...
He needs no love to forge his work,
Nor recognition for his words
Which come and go like ocean tides
Sloshing the boat he willfully rides

From his seat he envisions the sun
That sets below the horizon
And the firey orange glow
That marks the night’s in flow
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