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There is only salty water behind you;

love may not come from what you love;

you cannot always choose

the door that opens your life.

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Love this one!! I just read a stunning poem of the sea on Rattle Everything this morning ... now this one. I'm getting my fill of the sea. "The trace of pearl that remains/in the bulk of you will fail," and the "moist sand of nostalgia." The magic words. I'm already feeling cooler in all this heat.

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So happy you ran my favorite poem of Rick's.

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I also love these lines.

"love may not come from what you love;

you cannot always choose

the door that opens your life."

Unexpected and true.

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Beautiful poem, Rick!

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