I stand my ground
as the iron sand rushes
past my feet
then a moments calm
as you go with the tide
follow the old man
he has something for you
a long way from land

or were you the boy
on the go-cart track
pulled to one side
the race was too quick
or the corner too sharp
not me
I’ve was never one
to swim between the flags


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