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wanderlust

 

you wake from centuries of sleep

to coffee by her window

 

new pods of light burst open

seeding the antique tides

 

her tongue amuses itself

in your ungrateful ear

 

your eyes reach out

to unvisited islands

  

Alan Marshfield

  

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