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From the Bay Bridge-TunnelOff the highway, over the open sea,Thoughts of you travel out and back to me. The lack of you transposes the love of you. The ocean's water is the love of you. A petrel, shearing the water, too small to lay Her burden down, has the life of loving you. The heart's scat-singing dislocation Steers the points up the Chesapeake As if the tidewater were its consolation. |
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Issue #9, May, 1999 :
Santa Fe Poetry Broadside.