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Morning Song ("In that other place. . .")

In that other place,
in youth

a calm water

The culprits were

Intent on getting through
the waves,

I came upon a harbinger,
a black

rotted goat, floating
in water.

In this allegory, we are here,
and here

I saw in morning light a sex
glow red.

The gulls were pressed

the waves, across the blue

Stretched taut like this drum,
gusted out

like this sail, focused
out like

this eye of a lizard. On the

the white, liminal edge of
the day,

edge of the sea-squall,


[from The Boston Review]

This poem appears in the Anthology
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