Our bodies stretch
two continents
my fingers direction south
your legs east
if I extend my right arm
parallel to the horizon
our fingertips would align
you would have to uncurl
your palm on wet seashells
the ocean blew inside
a pathway would be created
your thoughts to me
trickling through my body
back across your toes
feet legs...

Joan Rene Goldberg

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