Unfinished Poem
By: Pete Miller
I see the ocean
Painted in the sky.
I hear the wind blow
A drop near my eye.
I feel the green brush
Crunching at my feet.
Twenty feet suspended,
I shiver in my seat.
And there’s something between my teeth.













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"I don't need to a compass to tell me which way the wind shines"
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