through my hair the wind blows
while my eyes squint our the glare
of the rising son and we make
passage on the trades that once
took my family to their destiny...
I would gladly forfeit my own
just to have them back briefly;
but alas, it will never be and I
glare into the turbulence as if
daring it to take me too today.
25Aug13
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