Thumb Poem #11

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Wind sails full of bluster match swells chopped white against the moon

A creedless man braced against a rail, his will to fall matches his will to rise

The splash-spray creases his face, his grimace half wild

"Have you ever used these symbols before?" she stalely asks

"No. Never." I reply surprised

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