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Long Island Sound

The ocean speaks in gurgles and splashes


seducing me all the same


These colors,


The drops,


And this enticing wind are all real.


The ocean is as palpable


as Hamlet’s hit and


although the wind doesn’t poison me


I am weaker.


If I could steal the blues


right from the ocean


I would have all the colors



that I need to paint the world

anew; to begin again.



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