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Sothern winds against

The canal dipping in

to the water by the fort

Stretched along the pier my 

Father found a jutting rock

We climbed and jumped off

What an event

Tossed somewhere between

Carnival and Saturday's park

Grass and ground and

Mindless shivering

I toss my head back and laugh

84 degree winter

degrees to what I hold over

Longing