Too lost be a sailor ever
Today I gave it up.
I typed up "lady sailor"
and it did not give me hope.
squinty highway missteps,
since August looking for an object
To use as a token of worth
its lessening, and so to get the goods.
Bah, it's nothing, a thickening of tiny words.
I've lost the bank, the building, I'll never join the circus
My salt to your window, a garden patch of blue
but not knowing north, nor strength, a gardener I am not
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