quiet walk
alone in the chatter
of unusually happy poets
i love you brooklyn bridge from high
and low beneath me an ancient schooner
casts off her lines and stands out to blue sea

the cables thrummmm and i have become unstuck in time

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#180. ferry (for whitman

February 21, 2010

arriving as i am
old
into my childhood
understanding a flight
to my dream
at last i sing
every day
as i yearn to
know
that you
could be me
we are bound
as a family
of strangers

water is gurgling under the keel

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