IN THE WINDY ROOM Curtains buckle and fly. The sky is marbled, ragged scraps of debris tumble for the sea. God has gone off somewhere—it's too much this— the current of your breath ebbs,...
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SHIPWRECKED, DREAMING I've stood in the room where he slept, windows facing the race to the sea. Thoreau would've taken the dimensions at a glance. But the gruff sound of the interior...
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ANTHROPOCENE Like a promise made, forgotten, remembered or a portent out of season— these starlings rise like a single thought, a hundred or more lift from shorn corn, settle like a siege in the...
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SURVIVOR, WRECK OF THE JASON The iron schooner broke clean in two...and the waves rushed over her stern which sank like lead into the sand. Truro, December 5, 1893 It's little he knew or...
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DWELLING The outside is in you now— that scarlet fall of maple too bright to be believed in on this dark day. Does the rain make you wait? The skittery path of a morning moth? It flies too low...
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Ten-Year-Old What I love is that loose as a tossed wave posting you do, sweet chestnut making fast work of the Sugartown flank of the hundred-acre. You thump his sides for a fast trot and he...
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On Black Pond A small boat stutter-shims in light surf, rocks a bit but goes nowhere, so answerable to gesture and weight that one foot in the bow can send it heaving away- that is the way of our...
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In the Woods Hole Harbor You can't see them from Shuckers', or even the Captain Kidd, not for the sea of masts rocking at anchor, Lasers and Snipes needling in on changeable wind. You have to cross...
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My Neighbors' Pools The way seals ride the incline then sweep like light down the scoured white tanks, you know they're dreaming the sea. Nights like these—windless—land-locked— all I need is a...
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