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Boise, Idaho, author and reference librarian Grove Koger brings us this heady, moody, mythic bit of verse, to inspire your own musings.

Having arrived at last
you will have never left

And those spires
dancing in the afternoon heat
are the spires of
the palace of dreams

Aren’t they?

And the deserted quay
and the empty sky
and the boats drawn up
in the sand

The gale forever
threatening, forever receding—

They all, all appear
on the stamp on the letter
you mailed yourself
last night in your sleep

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  1. Alta stsley says

    I love this poem. Grove reminds us of thoughts and sensations that are buried most of the time. We are richer for the experience of this reading.

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Grove Koger

Grove Koger

Grove Koger is the author of When the Going Was Good: A Guide to the 99 Best Narratives of Travel, Exploration, and Adventure and Associate Editor of Deus Loci: The Lawrence Durrell Journal. He writes for Laguna Beach Art Patron Magazine and has published fiction in Phantasmacore, Lacuna, Danse Macabre, Two Words For, and Mulberry Fork Review. His essay on the Greek mastic trade, “The Tears of Chios,” appeared recently in The Island Review.

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