Through the porthole window of a ship I look
uncertain if I’m out or I’m in
Still I bend at the hip
wanting a certain woman to
shush these words / Take me
some other place
Also, rivers in my dreams I wake
wet with sweat, thirst / Back where
I started the night before
The horizon of her eyes
And always, that mountain in my mind / The distance
Feet to earth/ Put them down
And knees/ Use them/ To stand
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