"The Roar of the Sea and the Plangent Cries of Whimbrels" |
1 on crumbled earth edge impulse all shell advancing
as cones drag water the roar behind the ammonites
looked at It was a windy wide open place
the drawn out breath emptied too big
the weighed down pines
the heading unclear
and maybe anyway From here a froth runs out to rocks
an eye from shore
all beach pieces in a place
right as sink
the water up in shapes Difficult in slight light
to living logs tossed up
the distances from points whatever it is with us
difficult to separate
or to recall specific loss
difficult difficult the less of light lessening
the least We didn't say when he was dying
rimmed green algae
arch overhang artifacts of shade
water a day too wet to find in a week of wet
the volcanic weep
instead of lying down
as far as possible One day at the end of the world
a tide wandered or was it dull
and further and further south I think I dropped straight down then tide hit
cold curled over and and after
little beyond a totem
to promise anyone |
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