I was the solitary plovera pencil for a wing-boneFrom the secret notesI must tiltupon the pressureexecute and adjust In us sea-air rhythm”We live by the urgent waveof the verse
—Lorine Niedecker
I rose from marsh mudalgae, equisetum, willows,sweet green, noisybirds and frogs.
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