In my life
you came and went like a comet.
Not that I was the sun, the gravitational giant
holding you in tight and loose reins.
But a kind of island in the ocean of the world was me?
You went by with your hair in full sail,
a marsh roll of light
on the endless blue marsh.
Occasionally you did beach cutting.
It was nice, nice.
But every time I turned to you
you were gone. 13 Hops

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