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the horizon - A line of poetry
casting dance - a longing as you
moved your body toward
eyes - the patience of waiting
was - watching you take in the
unending distances with your
closer to the bass and bream
a spot on the slippery rocks
that jutted out to sea - to get
as we stood on the Beirut shore
and it took all of my small body
to hold on to you and the rod
You taught me how to hold the
fishing rod - feel the tugs
Sometimes you would choose
Those days I learned what sabr
There was tenderness in your
