Poetry | Patching Sea Wall

A Time, far back and now,

ripple-riding, unreal wind to carry over the coffined waters and splash against sea wall.

Carry on its back and noose-necked fortunes

from another image of my self-forgotten:

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“My father did not (the water) afeared it.

‘Slip into the hole,’ he told me. ‘The cramp and flooded space

needs filling with cement bricks’ and only found water and dark dark

water up to my nose, and the sidewalk covers leg leg chest.

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‘Take the bag now, at a time – see where the light shines through the rust?’

I did and were snakes in my min / weren’t there at a ti

‘grab the bag and close off the lighted spaces’

Grabbag andclo soffthe lidespace”

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Take the whole life and put it in the hole under the sidewalk agains’ the sea wall

Over the sea wall atop the water

Myself in and under, him above below.

And stinking clay of fish’s dead melt constructed snow.