He had a diploma. He had ideas. He had time on his hands. He started a blog.
He had the knack. He followed the conversations. He enjoyed the process. He wrote strong entries with weak headlines
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of avenues
For I have come
to a conclusion—some
bastion
of sand
from which I witness
the other
strugglers
While they swim
forlornly for
their own
conclusions
I am drying my
skin
in the sun