unsettled
land lies before us.
a stretch
of green pastures.
let's build a house.
put a fence around it.
call it home.
make a stand.
there is so much time
left
in our lives.
these are the things
we used to say
when we were young,
and willing
to settle,
to compromise.
give me sand now.
the shifting tides.
a balloon to rise in
the air
and carry us
anywhere. give me
a bed
in any port and it
will fine.
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