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Jan 2016
between what is
and what is to become

sitting on
a large grey stone

eyes skimming
across the inlet

never have I seen
an ugly sky

the horizon the horizon
how many times

have I penned
that word horizon

looking for the ears to hear
to come from beyond the horizon
Irving MacPherson
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