even as I left
I wanted to return but
something pushes
and pulls in these kinds
of places, kind skies
with wilder winds-
riptides
with rising tempers
and temperatures
still a quiet cozy pocket
a corner tucked away
from the rest
of the world.
II.
This is the sifting shore
where we stand firm
in our ways. Our differences are
never concealed or calculated
only exalted
by our necessity-
the one thing we need
to breathe.
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