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poem for dad

i stand in the cold gray weather
a storm is riding on the tide
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
she must go back, she said
among the mountains i wandered
she burst fierce wine
braided and woven
who is the runner in the skies
sweet with fern and rose
let me move slowly through the street
it was a tall young oysterman

 



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