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Here you will find the writings of the poet Theodore Waterfield

Location, Location

She is looking for where she is.
Picking things up.
Making lists.
Putting order where chaos is.
I sit in a chair,
much as a bird on a perch.
I look up and down.
I am in my center.
It would take forever
to fly to the edge of the world.
I want to be close to her.

I want to live in a clean house.
I want someone to talk to,
and someone to greet me on return.
I want an address that receives mail.
I want truths
whether true or not,
and finding,
once upon a time,
the beautiful, that causes me
to be alive,
and cross the endless sea
to the other side
of love.

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