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Tuesday, January 5, 2016

Itinerant

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
I will live on
adrift but
anchored
like the bobbing
Motorboat
confined to
A tight
turning radius
I will know the stillness
while the
storm
hits. The distance
isn’t a safety net
And, closeness –
Not the end.

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