Sea visits

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You're always straining, pouring out,
a sail deflating when the wind fails.

Nothing bigger in the world
than small questions in the back seat,
hands digging sand
make charms from vertebrae of a carp.

Always sailing away;
The painting never gets it right.

You come a beggar to adult beaches
pockets billowing bankrupt.

Soul always replenishing
swollen with endless horizon.




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From some lines written on September 1.