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The Drift

We float like boats
Over rivers of asphalt;
Tall glass buildings
Rise up like reeds.
All of us drifting
Inevitably,
Towards an unknown, endless sea.

The Drift

We float like boats
Over rivers of asphalt;
Tall glass buildings
Rise up like reeds.
All of us drifting
Inevitably,
Towards an unknown, endless sea.

Elizabeth Cantonwine  50, Bothell

 
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