After, under the pylon,
power lines buzzing,
she told about sperm whales
that dive to such
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We pull off at the side of the highway in Somewhere, Maine looking to sing to the snails. There's a deep shoulder of gravel here, so we assume it to be a parking lot. The sky and the water and the ... [+]
I
Mick, we are in a swamp.
Bullrush baited, thick
in the thicket, vibrant
and violent. We
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