I haven’t called you a sanctuary
for a little while, but you are
the three hours distance, that space
the open sea air and the lapping waves
are enough to afford me breath
are enough that I can live
my coast, my recovery
from the landlock I lived in
for twenty-two years
so if I work too hard – if I don’t see you
dear city, let it be known
you are still sanctuary

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