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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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