As I walked back each time,
the youngest son of five
With alien eyes and thoughts
reaching out to starboard.
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There was no goodbye
that last night, no righteous words.
I left silently
with no one to look at me
But my own shadow,
the wind lifting my footsteps
Down stone passageways,
lantern, pack and gear in hand.
Until, there it was,
riding at anchor, far out.
I paused a moment
and then ran, homeless, from home.
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