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Here you will find the writings of the poet Theodore Waterfield

Cargo

In the end
I put your name
on a little piece of paper
and floated it on the water,
like my father showed me.
A little boat,
in the space of a little minute.
And I turned my back
on the white sail
facing the inches of its horizon.

There is a secret in the boat
with its tiny message.
Love inside a molecule
in my mind is the cargo.
And somewhere off in the distance,
should it explode,
there will be a sun
bigger than my life,
spelling your name
in its flames.

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