Typhoons

I could have been
a boxer, hands bound
By leather straps,
meaningful jab
to the jawbone
of no one who
deserves it in particular,
Just every raw
instinct fulfilled,
such lightness,
no restraints.

What I am is
a spy
for the lake,
learning to think…
I know what
makes a person
turn into a shadow,
dissipate at dawn,
no return,  but if
they do, come back
at different angles.

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