my pirate found himself within a train whistle,
spiral child, paper feet, fluttering in the train wake.
i told him to "say hello" and he said words i've written for him:
'Long be the be that buzzes by my eye.
an eye and 'is' has blurried into a kite
like this, a Y, are'd when i was quiet'
we rote this on his chest with treasure fingers
he found me with less than... nevermind her or hers face.
it left last night in the rain. when my pirate axed my head.
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