
today I should have gone
to the sea.
and instead their bones
could have been wet sand
I crushed in my hands
and sadness
crooked shells
washing up
onto land
waves. I waved. I gave
what the tide takes inside of me
today I should have been
at the sea.
There is a willow grows aslant a brook, That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream; There with fantastic garlands did she come...
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