Beached
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Barry Middleton
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they were like a well for me
I fell deeply into the warm air
more than hatred of the cold
the tropics were magnetized
too weak to flee this sorcery
I languished in shady wisdom
I worshiped an August breeze
until the heat had vanished
now a cooler night threatens
and sleep surrenders to fear
but the sun will rise again
warm sand beneath my feet
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