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a gift

              from Jesse

no longer a baby
but just not
you held yourself up
by the kitchen window
backyards Brooklyn

you said
write me a poem
called a map of the winds

already you believed
there was something I could do

write me a poem

my happy sense
you believed I could
even if this one
wasn't mine to write

Mark Statman

A Map of the Winds
Lavender Ink

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