at the light with my skin cool
from a window breeze lifting the
edge of my name and leaving no title
open now with a widening view of sea
and sky my feeling feet are restless.
i keep moving out of corner's with a
quickness in eye
from the once fragrant and sunny porch
to a window on the top floor with no
patio.
seeing and not seeing the water
desert calling me and Jean Anne
on her way.
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