// parked between the sun and a new moon the world has shifted within / days are not counted like beans / time is not spent like money / energy roils from the Atlantic into my heart where dreams of adventure are beginning to take shape in the pale grey formlessness / imaginings are fishes flashing in depths / I cast no nets / will not catch them so young / instead, I will gift them to the dolphins // overwintering at this ocean / I fold into a calendar not of our making / when the time is right I will know by the colour of the sky / by the whales in my dreams //
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