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[untitled yule tide]— draft, page 3

[untitled yule tide]— draft, page 3

we move singularly like
a liquid — soft shallows

what if instead of horizon
lines we read low

drain tides     boats soft aground     the middle
littoral sugar kelp woven — I will never have

enough I say to your
sleeping inscrutable shape

snow on snow     snow 
on snow     fallow waves

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

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