Poetry muse returns 
I have not been able to write a poem for better than three years. My unexpected travels to Maine revived the Poet in me. What follows are the results. I usually refer to most of poems as half-poems since they still need more work. But they are good enough. Also remember the spacing is there for a reason. Silences are as much a part of a poem as the words. Acadia
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Fog drifts over the ocean
And through pine trees
Hiding most everything but
The sound of fog horns and harbor bells
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