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kayaks and coyote calls
at the back of south bay
after miles of bushwacks
across wellesley aisles glacier tracks
to white oak limbs wide
between swamps tabernacles
pavilions peninsular rocks docks
boats to swimming stops
and pikes lost to lax knots
lots of thoughts on walks to dark spots
watching stars start and drop
arcs over halo tree tops

a galaxy of reasons radiating
indicating off north
depth compressed reflecting a surface flexing
too foreverly perpetually new

LOVELY AS THE RIVER MELTING
SNOW THROWN THROUGH