emigration

  i strove against the stream of foreign faces
  each face a token sail
  above the sidewalk

  i swear that on that day
  i was sober and sane
  but a face
   from an abandoned sea
         would
      again and again
  look at me

  i'd try to resist  then
  i'd turn around and catch up
  with the familiar boat
  each time
   i wouldn't know the captain

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    1988-1995