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NIGHT WALKS

 

Not sixteen, I swam the streets

half searching for you, yet to be named.

 

In drowned windows saw—what?

Siren wives and door rudders?

White hope, wrecked encrustations?

... 

    

(For full text see the Kindle ebook The Nature of Things (Collected Poems) by Alan Marshfield)

    

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