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Click hereCLOSE-HAULED AT NIGHT A800409
By JCSTREET © 2004
See soar, soar one
over sere, sea-salt
sour-shrive me wing'd
tipsy in a plummet
soar-fall all
that fumble-falter tumble
to air, rise morning wind-wet
wend of it
Up, up up see nevermore
sea so sheer, wimple-winged down
now down, down dead-
drowned down dizzy
shear-fall but soar
up over't
sear-spray, feather-burned but
fall-free, faltering
flight
tumblng in air
glisten-struck rock
free
heart
-30- April 9, 1980 (is re. heavy weather sailing)
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 35,000 poems.
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Just saying this silly piece aloud is enough to make it a worthwhile read.
Can you say this one out loud?
Three times fast?
Nothing terribly new in content,
but wonderfully assembled.
A fun read.