Dear Mae
Dear Mae
And the sun too docks
Beyond the water, she
Recedes, sometimes neatly,
Sometimes kaleidoscopically, &
Always, have faith,
Briefly.
Day Haul
Of Day Hauls for Joseph, my student, sophomore, Lubec, Maine It’s a pier only punts and dinghies can moor to at the slack tide watch its flat as glass rise and decline wide into the parting lips of the bay cliffs be drawn down that channeled throat and out to the Atlantic. Here a magic waxing moon hauls on each wave, see how days the table of the pier deck is categoric each eye socket rub a soft clink rise and rub fall along the pier piling. Days the deck is a gang- way ramp on the ebb watch the men in December in February ready their rigging and motor out and tie off their punt at the buoy the gear glistening in the moony ice. ...
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