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Here it comes now

that soft sail
and the wind looks as if
it’s trying hard to breathe
i have elements in me
a compass borrowed, for some sorrow i assuaged
my eyes upward and unfolding
over some wave i might beach
adrift
my cuffs are turned up
and arms are a reelin’, in that wind I know
is my kite yet to a’sail on this sea
coming for me
WHEEL

May/14

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