Life’s a wander
’round the harbourside,
from sunrise to sunset,
off to the past via the present.
Life’s a walk a-
round the waterfront,
backpack full of notebooks,
giving thoughts a chance to persevere.
Life’s a linger-
ing of starlight long
after extinguishment,
words from minds from matter that’s dispersed.
Life’s a wander
’round the harbourside,
from sunrise to sunset,
tryna bridge the future to the past.
william altoft 
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