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takes me
Gore Cove Track Series
has height
has so much fallen
a gnarl of track
and glitter to the in-come tide
the various passages cross
where we do
in fact without limit
see only some
I am by way of a series of standstills
as silently or more
myself as well observed
hear run
smooth the stones
polish roots as I go
I love it just where no one’s looking
hard by the city’s roar
far far in the afternoon
these three notes firsting summer now
I wonder who they are
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