Edge of the untamed
Dirty-looking gray sand
Burning waters of the St. Clair
Air that smells like life
Rough edges of the coast
Come on back home baby child
Willful child digging up the past
God will forgive you as he forgave me
Youth and their trespasses
Lobby paintings of family pictures….in colors, hues of hunting dog portraits
Pale chandeliered lights shine on ancestral histories
Child ghosts match voice of decades past
And I continue to look into the mirror
Seeing the shadow of my baby child
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