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Sleep-sailing

I lashed a bright, white sail to my bedpost
so I could drift & sleep all across the bay.

     Now I nap with my toes in icy saltwater,
     as the shadows of larger ships
     glide across my face.

Sleep-sailing

I lashed a bright, white sail to my bedpost
so I could drift & sleep all across the bay.

     Now I nap with my toes in icy saltwater,
     as the shadows of larger ships
     glide across my face.

Erica Ream  23, Seattle

 
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