On Dry Land

The problem in rolling
out over the ocean
on a day like          you might
ache for just a single
sheep of traveling cloud

only a few blinks
and the wind          you are
worse off now without
taste birds circle
maybe

later that one friendly
star and           now paddle
with meaning maybe
you were going
the bright way all along

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