Category Archives: Frank C. Praeger

TO BE CONTINUED

Promises not made, those not kept.
Footprints lead to any shore’s end,
where walruses may once have beached
and tortoises are long since gone.
Sandy vistas, crashing surf.
Who can say they are not related,
as well as sweet alyssum, forced marches.
Ignorant as to being misaligned, faked.
Still, comfort matters
though well acquainted with dropsy
lethargic to my own inner qualms
but now unquestioning, indomitable – wonderful!
I will certainly rest tonight, partway to sleep.