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Poem No. 158

POEM TITLE The Leaving Hand


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Do not go away from here sad

Bring the goodness of the lobster pot

Out into the world

Remember every mountain you climb

Is at the bottom of the blackness sea of a new peak

The love you found here among the fishermen

Will be captured in the leaving hand

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