the world.
this small dot of blue
afloat
in a sea of black
and
studded stars
aglow.
what is there that isn't
here,
why should we go,
what places
other than home do we
need to know?
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- something new
- it's up here
- around
- thirty years
- the weight lifter
- the luncheon
- the playground
- surrender and let go
- just drive
- lost and found
- the birds keep singing
- uncommon sense
- one last round
- the carnival
- the blue blade
- who owns you
- regret
- your life
- if it's not one thing
- down the drain
- lines in the sand
- parents
- friday night
- the kitchen window
- blue river stone
- no looking back
- nothing is lost
- the bonfire
- the small dog
- smoke and mirrors
- almost there
- bling
- let go and surrender
- before midnight
- tomorrow is another day
- thinking of gin
- hindsight
- the false sigh
- sail on
- a blue period
- no changes
- the past
- more
- yellow balloon
- another try
- i'll be waiting
- hacked into
- the cat in morning
- it's not far from here
- still here
- waiting in the rain
- a new light
- half in
- the broken pipe
- busy
- time alone
- cigarette
- places other than home
- salt water taffy
- the postman
- morning comes too soon
- a dish of time
- examination
- the beach trip
- it smells like rain
- it went by like that
- monday is not far off
- one chair
- the after life
- fine dining
- a world of this
- the oak tree
- it's hard to believe
- foreign film
- the pause
- rain check
- she lights my fuse
- just a phase
- on the lamb
- the island
- the rotten apple
- the white flag
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About Me
- Stephen Chute
- west springfield, virginia, United States
- these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters and are in no way representative of any real experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
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