Their eyes were watching Janie,
as I wish they would watch me.
I found myself upon her,
alone before the sea.
I fluttered and I floundered,
but I never set my needs.
I never set my sail.
Too modest was my greed.
I distanced the horizon,
where expectations could not land.
I only wish my heartache.
was not built upon your sand.
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