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Landlocked

Being landlocked was never a bad thing.
The ocean only brought wild-haired
Salted skin tribes and cheap fish.
There was nothing out there to discover.
The mystery was less intriguing than
The sure flow of the rivers dividing nations.
No one longed for a beach vacation when
The air was so pure and the views so
Strategic in the hills. They built cities
In the valleys and let them take root.
Boats were smaller and streams flowed
Exactly where they were supposed to go.
The expansive landmasses left so much to
Be discovered right here, right where you are. Right where you needed to be.
Did seafaring give you a better understanding of who you are? Are you satisfied knowing what it feels like, the wind filling your sails?
Do you ever miss the mystery of dawn
Over  hills you could climb blind?
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Safe As Houses

Remember icicles? And how mid-month
my back is snow done and now I haven't shovelled
in years so I find other ways to
contort my body in my fallow month
finding other methods to groan about the house,
I'm often homeward bound and this month
is the month of binding, I should knock out all the floors,
and the stairs, live in the basement, so high the sides
of the nest so when the snow comes for me
and the neighbour asks did you shovel yet,
will you shovel yet, I can trace in condensation,
on slit windows, abandon hope all ye who,
actually no, back in the spring - "stretching".

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