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LIFE
LOVE
1
Young
muscles sweating sea-spray that dries like semen,
we
row in a sliding four past moored destroyers
and
Whale Island, on the in-tide, to the Roman Fort.
Feather
our oars back, arms shooting sternward;
twist
blades, dig in the sea, send down fine pools,
each
ratcheting up the notches of his pain
to
make a good account of Sunday morning.
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(For full text see
the Kindle ebook The
Nature of Things (Collected Poems) by Alan Marshfield)
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