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| The Lorel Tree, California Coast |
Inevitability
I am falling
Through time.
The distance between the bridge
And the dark water
Diminishes
Swiftly. Still
I see crisp sailboats
And feel the sweet wind
Rushing past my ears.
How did I become gripped by gravity?
I did not jump.
May 31, 1980
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