January 2022

The cold came from the northland. The heat comes from piped steam.

We were huddled back into the quilts. Where some words faded to a dream.

There was beach and sand and seagulls. Fishermen grimaced at their nets.

A sound that made me homesick. And another that I forgets.

I’m trapped here in this city. Not as young as I used to be.

If I ever get out of here. You will find me by the sea.

Dennis Mantin

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