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Your eyes were blue
unlike anything else that is blue
and as round as worlds framed
between hospital-white blanket…
I gathered my world and cubed it
with zippers and black canvass.
I pulled my life behind me on wheels
and shoulder-strapped God in a small carry-on.
Cypress trees hunch landward
by lash of onshore wind,
the posture of resistance.