Windows

Windows
by Fran Levin

I wish to leave myself behind
and travel light
with only two
of just a few
and love and Tide

and elude
when one alludes
to what I do.

What do you do?

I am a poet
Hard to sell these days

you must be good.
I have not sold.

What do you do?

I sculpt in sand.
And have you shown?

On the beach, before the tide comes in
I leave no trace.

What do you do?

I am a magician

with no audience
I search for those who travel light
Carry love behind their eyes
And leave themselves
at home.

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