Shouts to Shore

It’s the way of water: whatever
you catch on the reel

will ravage you, all creatures
from sea are weather-

worn, frenzied. Can’t drown
self-doubt, dowse it on.

That heartbreak washes up
on shore, but you

can’t bury it in the sand,
it won’t fit.

There’s no place that big–
Don’t sink yet.

The Earth is small, you will
float back to the sun.

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