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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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