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Here we are again, sloshing

Up against the summer

Door with the stony ring

Of notes that lumber

 

Onto shore, sucked

Down then by lines

Which tuck us 

In between the spines

 

Of anemones that

Catch our light debris

And boomerang it 

Back to sea.

 

March 7th, 1982

Bedford

Redone September 1st, 2003

Tippet Alley