(TO SLIP AWAY)
-Sandy Hook, NJ-
Mabel Trench and all the rest.
Blue Bonnet barbell breeders
with all those horses at Sandy Hook.
Egad, we rode those steeds right into
the sea, and oh how well I remember.
The rip tide in your face, the open ocean
current pulling at your arm. Three old
seafaring scows, piled high with trash in
heaps, heading out from Brooklyn waters.
Beneath the billowy sky, the terns and seagulls,
flipping about, sought food and fish and whatever
let them eat. I fell asleep, for but a minute it seemed,
on some old gun battery placement, looking stupidly
out to sea, looking stupidly towards the open waters.
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