my mind is headed westward now
to New York’s western door
where i grew my independence
for fourteen years before
my heart is headed farther north
for numbing in the cold
the cost of what i then endured
the confidence i sold
my soul is headed southerly
for warmth and growth and change
i feel the dying of the year
rise bold and new and strange
my body in the east remains
to tread familiar ground
to sleep and fret and feed and sweat
to write to paint to sound
around around around around
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