in need of repair
I am not me today
once checking out of rehab
I walk down the sidewalk
a man without a horse
the city’s no place for me
it’s high time I check into the future
where ocean waves
always change but never cease
off in the distance
there is a white horse pacing
up & down the shoreline
protecting the damaged dinghy
[that will one day become ours]
the very one that brought her there
december two thousand twenty-three
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