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Traveling the surface of the earth
as if moving through a Hopper painting,
rising and falling
as the planet's contours pass under,
in the company of those
who loved me innately,
kin — such a little word
for that volume of souls,
mostly the kindnesses of women
who thought the best of me,
and for whom I lived to please,
I still feel their touch,
and now for whom
speed is no challenge,
weightless and formless
but not without force,
winds in the mind and heart,
going with,
I haven't forgotten.
For Kelly, Mildred, Elsie, Aileen, Linda, Margie, Cecil, Nettie and Ruth.
