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Ports of Fancy
Christopher W. Thomas (tristram@erols.com)
dnb-as1s51.erols.com
Sat, June 28, 1997 at 10:30PM

I did it all ... 


But you were not in the right place for it at the time ...
As I was not, for you - when you flew - in my window ...

And all of the bugs have followed you in ...

Now some are in my teeth and others fly up my nose ...
And where they will all land ... nobody really knows ...

Poetry ... is in my heart ... and my soul ...

And this new appeal comes from your reality-based thoughts
... not - those conceived in fantasy ...

For we always seemed to be like ships passing in the night
... but today - you stopped at MY port ...

And the weight of my cargo has been unleashed ...
and my deck has risen ...

And I am buoyant ...

For the realization has come ...
there are other ports of fancy ...

Other bays at which to dock ...

And the heavy heart I had ...
was missing the reality ...
of someone - who genuinely cares ...

- Tristram