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I love Regina’s poems, and when she puts a pic of the ocean, well I am in.

Regina Puckett

A Breeze Without a Journey

A Breeze Without a Journey
Regina Puckett

I swing back and forth, forth and back
A porcelain vessel with a chip and crack
I love this way and that, that and this way
An empty heart without an utterance or a say
I wander aimlessly in and out, out and in
As a breeze without a journey blows against my skin

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