zafusy

I would have that in me too that calm you
took and said you’d hold it for me maybe

great swells great plains of which no one
has seen past not these the least of you

past cliffs the heart bellows out bluff
silvery thoughts take off their waves

and only you to speak to I go down my
low skiff shifts round preconscious water

your voice improvising the silence louder
without the intercession of a sparrow’s moan

without the weaning of an afternoon forlorn
I tongue through shoreless lights I edge

and keel-haul close myself over all your wrecks
who no one ever sinks to now or loves

Peter Rennick

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