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April 22nd, 2021
Every day the sea
blue gray green lavender
pulls away leaving . . .
far out the faint, sheer
line turns, rustling over the slack,
the outer bars, over the green-furred flats . . .
the shining sheets forward, deepening,
pushing, wreathing together
wave and seaweed, their piled curvatures
spilling over themselves, lapping
blue gray green lavender, never
resting, not ever but fashioning shore,
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