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The Sworn

Overnight, the wind lifted the sand
from the shoreline onto the street.
Cars pass while I run against
a staggering flow of morning traffic.
I remind myself that bodies of water
take care of our sorrows.
Today is the inauguration of the 45th president
and the first lady wears pale blue
to match the shallowest parts of the sea.
Imagine stopping the wind
by holding the branches still.
Imagine returning to the sand
by eating the grains.
Posted 01/20/17
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