Best Poem of T F Rice

Sometimes I want to flee,
stumble down the steps to the sea,
fight the sand with all my might,
then breathe in the tears of the sea.
Would I feel passion return to me
if I could seize up my thoughts and be
a thrashing, fighting, wanting one again;
And then arise out of the sea,
remembering that . . .
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My Car Moves Along
My car moves along
the roads,
like bow to violin:
one motion is not
the grand
but the night in its
entirety. . . .
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