[untitled yule tide]— draft, page 9
a calendar of salt & tides
& birds scything the full sky
it took me so long to write this
it’s over — but that’s
the way with everything we
say in unison with briny
tongues— tide me
over — if you put
something in a circle— no one
will want to cross it
•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