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NINETEEN

from An Apogee


brook babble and sigh
like a girl of nineteen
as I fish for the rocks
in the stars of the stream

the tide of your hair
the rage of the tide
where we fished in the water
where we fished and we cried

we laughed, we laughed
the hours of glass
the hours of glass
are past.






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