she sails so far away
no wind but some ini­tial
impe­tus when we first walked
and rocked
her cry­ing back to peace
guides her
or so I pride myself

my shoul­der beach
her head a sea
(moon and a silent ebbing)
a shift­ing bor­der and
most per­fect join­ing
build­ing at noon or in
the star fled morn­ing
oh such a love­ly city
to which she sails

or so I pride myself

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