Dive
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Boats are whispers bobbing in water
so shallow each pebble acute.
What does night bring other than the moon?
Endless pacing      lonely or coupled.
The day leaving crowded heads.
Airborne salt filling lungs.

Jump into the sea       swim until it
gets deep. Dive for chests of silver the lost
luck of pirates       bankrupt empires.
What you find may feed this town forever.

From The Headless Saints by Myronn Hardy

New Issues Poetry & Prose, Western Michigan University, Dept. of English,
1903 W. Michigan Ave., Kalamazoo, MI 49008-5331
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