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Poetry

I am now here

16 August 2018

I am nowhere      tiny twitching suns

fill
         the air

 

I am tired      the waves keep

pulling

one day     I know I will      stop

treading water

 

  maybe

I’ll push up     a dandelion

a wish will be made
                                   b  r  e  a  thing

 

the sun into a
                          moon

and I’ll have done      something right
                                                                    at last

   wet eyes;

the colour     and saltiness       of the sea

who buried me

one day

I might     float

    through     the   air

and someone will    breathe     me in

and never know

what once
                        was

real


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