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see the sea
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the sea inside of me the brown marsh grass, a gaggle of geese,
bare trees, a glinting of ice at the edge of the creek
a watershed of ideas.
the crane stoops to his equal at 5 am on a New Years day.
That morning it was easy to hear the train cross the marsh.
I climbed down the cliffs to that place where water greets sand.
eyes locked on the white caps seagulls poll the frosty waves.
Like an imprecise hand, they rolled on for miles
south to the hook.
conveyors of seawater and none the worse for the wear.
see the sea stream through my eye..
