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Saturday, April 24, 2010

wet feet

The tide ebbs, pulling
my soul eastward, swallows dive
and swoop overhead.

feet firmly rooted,
and yet, inexorably,
ebbing waves pull east


feet wet in eastern
ocean, my spirit roams west
to you in desert
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