... the weight of water,
algaed pillars of a moor,
a finger torn to bone;
a boy diving in the lake
touching the bellies
of wood-ribbed boats,
his small hand
anchored there-
a misplaced ghost.
A turquoise ring,
the skeleton of a dog
grown out of shore-
what's left of its hair
matted and soft
and the smell of sea.
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