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Sunday, July 26, 2015

On a Littoral Plain

Those poems please me most
In which reality’s pleasures unfold
On a literal and symbolic plain
Simultaneously self-reinforcing

And so it may be said of this
Poem of mine as I proceeded
Up the mouth of Weesuck Creek
Making way for the Outcast’s
Port side stern

While up the West Bank
I saw the Endurance
Out of Sag Harbor
Anchored there

And beyond that a
Bright yellow thing
Hauled up alongside
The Skopanich dock
Do I call it Hope?
It seems overpowering

With twin outboards too

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