West Wind
Far from where I’m supposed to be,
destined here to roam
Lost in waters still unmarked,
drifting and alone
On my way to nowhere fast,
distance calls my name
The wind a suitor, time undone
—future shores to claim
(The New Room: April, 2022)
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