Sitting On The Dock

Arising before the sun
sitting on the bay of lonelyness

watching my birds
flock rising before my time
sitting on the dock.

waking-up before peace listening
to my eagles sing
sitting on the dock.

Walking along my trails .crying along my
fears.sitting on the dock.

making my way over feeling swampy
still I sit on the dock.

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