Best Poem of D. Harris

The Beach
sirens wail their songs
to the moon at midnight
on new year's eve
and we sleep alone,
clutching at memories //
and gods tell tales of the
voyages of men and,
as Odysseus dons beggars clothes,
waves brush away his footprints //
he is gone now, as we soon shall be
and this, this is what i . . .
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My memory’s foggy.
It’s hiding,
curling up behind a cigarette haze
of forgetfulness
telling me: it’s time to move on;
leave the past far behind,
let the tentacles of thought go ahead
dropp their baggage and shoot forward,
leave the milky fog of the past.

I try to think back,
look into . . .
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