[untitled yule tide]— draft, page 7
in marginalia season—
hawkless salt-hag
the tide adds or subtracts
a causeway— a lightening
line between the deeper
blues & though I
look with adoration at these
lines for hours
nothing comes
back to me
•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
am I ever not in marginalia season?
these pages stun.
it can be marginalia season all year if we want it to be!
Let’s here for the hawkless salt hag! Huzzah!
huzzah! I love a salt hag! we should all have hawks tho, if we want them
What was my day missing? The hawkless salt hag. And the liberation of nothing coming back.
love.