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Sea Sonnet
The sea is made of ponds---a cairn of rain.
It has an island flirting up and down
like a blue hat. A boat goes in between.
Is made of rills and springs---each waternode
a tiny subjectivity, the tide
coordinates their ends, the sea is made.
The sea crosses the sea, the sea has hooves;
the powers of rivers and the weir's curves
are moving in the wind-bent acts of waves.
And then the softer waters of the wells
and soakaways---hypostases of holes,
which swallow up and sink for seven miles;
and then the boat arriving on the island
and nothing but the sea-like sea beyond.
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