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From Philbin Beach

Before leaving, I let your ashes go

for the same reason I welcome the wind

as walking I now part dunes powdered by snow

and leave a path on the earth’s fragile skin

where be it your ashes or the wind, tonight

this air that leads me back to sea

seems made of you as out of moonlight

that having no sky to hold it meets me

here, new, in white boots at the water.

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