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a soundless drop of silver in the sand, debris,

rolling waves that tug a drifting sky from its departure,

incomprehensibility, to swallow wind away from thyme,

the dusty smell of distance, like old roads,

sun captured on a coin that melts against my palm, to burn,

the way light wraps around all sleepless letters

on a page as-yet-unread and for as long as I have looked

(for him)

in this thick day that knows no end




.