from behind the bluffs

1 Oct

the cold wind never promises to blow
but it always does anyway
and it cuts deep,
evoking a wish to see that first container ship again,
lost on lake michigan with no signs of coasts,
windlust dreaming of luddington and far away places,
but i can’t because my memory is involuntary,
so i settle for seagulls soaring with no dispatcher.

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