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Try not look at the storm

where children cry

and wives wear a frown

thoughts flinging my kite

into the sky --

I wrestle with explanations,

capture attention

as a wayward son rejoins

family left in distance.

When you turn a corner

don’t follow my path

nor collect any remnants

from the inheritance

of harrowing day-dreams,

from misplaced journey

he stumbled to rejuvenation.