>A Lost Island Poetry Tow Truck #13-Vacation, All I Ever Wanted

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Barbados by D.V.
 
 Grates of iron surround doorways
on an island of solitude
Isolated inner sanction resolves 
problems, they turn away
with disgust or indifference
Look between the slatted boards
reserved for errors we missed
Read words carefully crafted
so the mind can catch some meaning,
lost along the pathway of others’ indiscretions
Iron and boards form intricate patterns
to hold us from within  
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