By Athena Stairs, April 15, 2025
There is something about
The breeze off the ocean
So raw in wild mystery it
Sets one’s soul in motion
The sun rises in the East
But always sets into West
Giving strong sense of home
Bones never forget nor regret
I suppose its the same anywhere
West side has certain impulsions
Different from any other direction
To those drawn by its compulsion
We feel it in thrums of heartbeats
And through wind-whistling calls
As the world spins ever onward
Compass needles’ pull enthralled
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