I created this in Image Chief from this poem published a few weeks back:
I hear three moaning foghorns tonight,
Probably at Bainbridge Island,
Point No Point, and Alki.
I can't detect a pattern.
The foghorns sing to each other
Back and forth across the murky Puget Sound. . .
There will come a time
When we will likewise
All sing to each other.
I hear three moaning foghorns tonight,
Probably at Bainbridge Island,
Point No Point, and Alki.
I can't detect a pattern.
The foghorns sing to each other
Back and forth across the murky Puget Sound. . .
There will come a time
When we will likewise
All sing to each other.
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