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A Wish for Someplace Else

Ben Bisaillon



your jewels in old


salt water

makes it easy

to float


drown in



setting sunlight

rocks watch

from the shore

stars see shapes

from the sky

they are all guardians

cold is bearable

in due time

wrapped and wading with

seventy-one percent

of the Earth


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