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Something Memory Never Did

Posted to Action Poetry

Some people
from one island
receive rocks, cannonballs, dirt so bright.

Their airplane
designed by you
goes whizzing over your prepared waves.

This dream I swim
behind the battling backs of our heads.

You blow an especially solid foundation for past materials laid,
now stay;
the future portfolio could be a reason for anyone.

Members join
Let them back out
but not look to the head of the plan.