You hold up more than your share of the sky
above, and more than your share of the world
you spin, in every direction your traipsing feet
go traveling. I can't begin
imagining what it would be
with you
gone from your post, your rounds,
your beat, but I know
it would be
The turn of the tide.
And I'd be the first
to go down to defeat. No
on second thought,
thinking of you
I would be
the last.
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