Five a.m. planes shuffle

push & slide as time


loops from my



you sleep in

another’s bed


head cradled

by the night


splash of sun

at dawn.


The children



riding their own



& the sea is in

my thoughts


demands I shred

these London




head for the horizon

where the whales




where the big dipper

signs my name



in starlight.






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