if
only a community of lungs
could
work together
rise
together
stop
listening to father death
learn
how to make good
even
from the bad
knowing
still
there's
a blood promise
to
be resolved
and
sometimes
gasping
for air
is
all we have left
if
you get there in time
smathers
beach will look as blue
as
any andaman dream
float
instead of swim
let
the tides hide
your
true intentions
from
the inside of a mango
the
sun fades red
even
at midnight
--- e b bortz
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