[The Zeros: DB # 75]
SEETHINGS
I
Inishbofin turfsmoke
slip down shallied
scaresome time tight in close
even our ferry kept time
the deep down boat
fared in vain our numbed heads
II
carved stone water
cathedral hard river
antic fish invisible
water-grains' eyes wavered
III
undrowned
fresh
scatter-eyed
off balance
swept face to footprints
nothing
still
Fingers crossed for spacing staying as sent. Whatever music's in the
pauses.
Best all, Pete.
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