Heart’s Gone to Sea…

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A REDOLENCE FOR NIMS

O triple sob — turned forty

at midnight — body at dawn

booze-soddened but hopeful,

knowing that the only thing

to remember is dreams.

Dead clear zero, Sunday afternoon

in an attic of a closed resort

on Lake Michigan with one lone

duck riding the diminishing

swells of yesterday’s storm

against the snowy cliffs of North Manitou:

Whom are we to love?

How many and what for?

My heart’s gone to sea for years.

This is a prayer, plaint, wish,

howl of void beneath breastbone.

Dreams, soul chasers, bring

back my heart alive.

~Jim Harrison

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