When each day
How many days was that?
I would leave walking to work
still half-asleep
I never noticed the empty-
eyed windows staring at me
the pupils long faces
with silver-haired coronas
like sunsets watching me
Watching an early-morning ship
outbound for a years-long voyage
And at the time I didn't
realize the breeze rushing
me down the street
was the collective sigh
of house-bound faces
still wishing to go to sea
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