at the marina
a confraternity on land
the same winds that ping your wires
assail this deep rooted genus
you shoulder and groan in your bays
while they alone and actinoid
converse across and intimate
through the salt electrics of earth
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the sage of ihumatao
tomorrow i will begin looking for the rock
that will make sense of insensible things
first i will walk to the north
and if i don't find it there
turn west
because that is the direction of blessing
i won't stop at the gray and white dunes
i've been there before
and all i found was windstripped wood
the hardest part will be
not to be distracted by outcomes
to keep my eyes on the ground
consenting
and if i have to turn south
i will not be the first or last
i will be like all those
who try to live lighter than they speak
deeper than their age
which is how i will forget
that i am looking for a rock
and how without noticing
i will curve to the east
and very likely
find it
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i'm searching around for something
leaning to the left
to the right
swaying
feeling anxious as if
there's something shifting
i can't feel it but i can feel
that there's something there
like having an idea
but no mind to
square it in
there's this dog next door
locked in the back yard
it stands around
and looks at things
if i lean out my upstairs window
and whisper it's name
it will stare at me
for longer than i care to stare back
it has an idea
something about cages
and all it can do is sympathize with me
whispering up here in mine
when the weather's good
neither one of us complains
though we do
still stand around
and stare a lot
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"Howick and Eastern"
i saw the baby on the bus again
this time i followed it home
somewhere along that route
there must have been a place where joy snapped
and the hands turned down
you'd say it simply
slipped your grip
stood up and ran off
i'd say that's your grip talking
let's ask the baby
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flight 841
right now
if you were looking
you would see me
if you were looking
you would see your own
future
if you were looking at this particular moment
you'd see the underside of things
the beads and bubbles that make it all up
you might even catch
the kingfisher
catching three kings in a row
but me
looking
for sure
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occasional island
we call it an island
though the water
doesn't meet around it
until the top of the tide
it is an occasional island
the full-grown islands
watch it from offshore
when it finally
breaks loose and floats out
they will name it
and give it a permanent place
or it wont
and they wont
and the city will
strap it on with an
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