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TEN MILES OUT


I was ten miles out.
Behind me lay the remnants
of a hundred goodbyes.

One hundred hands
not beckoning me back.
And a hundred voices now struck dumb.

You left it late,
This eleventh hour distress call;
I had almost given you up for dead.

As this ocean's tide pulls me toward you,
Your call for help
An SOS in my head.


Jarvo 2020