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Coast

Always it has been this way:
The zigzag rockline angled with white water
and earth;
My years also crisscrossed with the sea and the mountains,
The shadows of peaks distorting the [[strikethrough]] sea in time and place, [[/strikethrough]] surface of the sea
And I left to guess at my footing
Between dark mountains and the sea.

The years race out their staggered graph;
Shadows of peaks of some new land
Fall massively as canyons on the sand.

Rocks without place and groups of years
Appear, and fold their strata in the sea:
With peninsulas for storms,
With forests and vines for algae.

revised -7/25/65
see lg folder