This--
---Somewhat After Williams
(It was restful, learning nothing necessary.
Gwendolyn Brooks)
This
is just to say: boats
whose bows are
mounted
in the cove
grass and still
aimed out
at the mouth
will rise with
every tide will fall, will
empty of
everything
but night
sky, still
float and take you on
(forgive me)
any wave
you care or care not to
crest
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