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“neap tide — spring”

neap tide— spring

 

 

the middles english & littoral give up

their exes     their wrack     their holdfasts

 

their shelter feathers — put that

howl in my mouth

 

slow soft dazzle

there is nothing but

 

relentlessness — when the water takes

the foreshore    the birds move up

 

the rocks — the fizzle of waves over

pebbles & shingle

 

 

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the ocean took the form of a curlew —

sorry    a cormorant —

 

the ocean took

the form of my daughter

 

& held her up

& held her up

 

the ocean took the form of

my daughter —                a cormorant

 

& held her up

& held her up

 

 

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ghosts of salt & frost on the rocks —

which word for hole

 

we’ll use depends upon

the lobster’s intent —

 

my son — his sunshine

halo well salted — sifts

 

pebbles shingle shells spirals    & tells

me a pebble is 4 to 6.4 centimeters across

 

on the complicated relationship

between wrack & rack — see usage note

 

 

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& I have been inland a while

the virgin of the dry tree

 

the tidal shift is not

seamless — even

 

the neaps mark

circatidal margins

 

whelks fast during neap cycles

unknot the fishing rope to unrestrain

 

the wind — we were quizzed on the birds

we made flashcards of all the trees

 

 

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what if an old wife is what

is necessary to predict the weather

 

dried sugar kelp can predict the weather

for example — the rocks here winter

 

woven with it — crenulated — what if

an oyster allows you to safely swallow the sea

 

whole — a word like hair comes

tangled with associations with seaweed & swimming [i] —          & held her up

 

the tender point of mean high water

that is a liquid shape too large to hold as a body

 

 

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[i] Nicholas Allen, Ireland, Literature, & the Coast: Seatangled, page 207

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