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Added 6 July 2000
The harbor doesn't.
It's doubtful that it even could.
How much water can it hold?
It wouldn't matter if I knew.
The harbor doesn't.
It simply cannot hold enough.
Eyes wander.
Smiles stay Here.
But thoughts go home,
whether they are
on the mind or not;
because the harbor doesn't.
The strangers' faces,
strangely, aren't,
but neither do they comfort.
Walking by them
is more like floating by.
It wouldn't matter if I knew them.
If they were a sea of friends, still,
the harbor doesn't.
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