david jewell poet

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now and then I crumble into the sea and dissolve

and there’s nothing left of me.  all my particles and particulars  blown apart  like

little grains of salt in the ocean.

what a relief it must be   when I am floating so free. . .

inside the rolling waves.

before I re-assemble

and then eventually   begin to tremble

thinking I’m someone,

and only me.

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