The waves rose
Crested
Crashed in a spray of cold foam
Now the ocean on my back feels calm to the touch
Smoother sailing for them all
But everything still flows down here
Where I shiver beneath them
On the other side
I hope some can get where they need
Or where they’re needed
May those who pass over me
Riding my gentle currents
Find their haven shore
May 19 to June 3, 2026
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