Marcus Webb
12 poems
05/04/2023 00:00h
It rained in porto for four days
and i didn't mind
the cobblestones were wet and shining
the wine was cheap and honest
i've been chasing that week for three years
02/17/2023 00:00h
There's nothing past the horizon
until there is
i've thought about that on every crossing
the horizon moves with you
you never reach it
you just keep going
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