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Moon Tide

When the arrival
is upon us
after years or minutes
or lifetimes

I do believe
all that is left
of our great
homecoming

is
heart-break.
And how could it not
be so
after the cities and roads and mountains
the grandeur of the Southern Pacific,
moon at dawn,
brown bodies balanced on waves
that look like lapis jaws

and you remember
only the footprint of a small seabird
whose name you never knew ~

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