Here, the winds pick up 


And the back of your neck 

resides 

in the chill 

moving east

across 

canyons 

the beauty 

faintly

passing 

I fall in love 

each time 

the same notes

a falling over 

and then 

into 



How upon us

To reflect 

No regrets

The Piano waits

As the horn

lilts away 
Just out of reach 

Your ships

leaving harbor 

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