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[untitled yule tide]— draft, page 1

[untitled yule tide]

on the east coast in winter     above or below the tide-line     
one walks in water or in mud     there is no dry land 

clam holes in mud
& sand— why not

look to that like the sky—
winter fishery

tradition says clams are common property
& the flats unleasable—

birds try & fail to gyre— at least
for a while— the middle of the water is a window

•for April I will try to work out one page of a draft a day from a long poem in sections of 10 pages each

•first two lines are from J.A. Baker’s The Peregrine, entry for 3 December.

3 thoughts on “[untitled yule tide]— draft, page 1

  1. Yes! long poem = long pleasure

    1. thank you I love you 🙂

  2. “the middle of the water is a window”– <3 <3 <3

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