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The Fifth Tower
On this blue tower
Fiberglassed
Chained awning above
Numbered the fifth
I guard my life
Sacred blessing
A lone swimmer
Paddles offshore
Strong Armed
Snorkeled for Distance
In his come around
Seemingly motionless
There is a metaphor
Somewhere in this
White foamed
In reflected Nirvana
Aqua golden java
Cup of tomorrow
Today
Finality of sun
Moments away
I chill and will
My sorrow astray
For this
Is my tower
Of blue and steel
And guarding it
Along with my life
Makes the pelicans touch
That much more real.
K. Stofer Smith
Levi Blue Book (Copyright)
“And” / 1998








