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Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Only The Wind




Only the wind grows dandelions
And sows the empty air
Careless gardener that he is
He plants them everywhere

Like philosophers or poets
Who fill an aching need;
A bit of wildflower they would sow;
A fleeting feather seed

Only the moon moves oceans
Brine upon the beach
Tides, a curious notion;
Love too deep to reach

Only an owl asks questions
After the fleeting light
If wisdom is confession
Dreams are born at night

Only a tiny floating seed
Awash in tides of wind
Searching for something; always in need
Like hearts of curious men

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North Carolina poet and musician Fabian G. Franklin invites you to join him on a poetic journey through the soul.