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For John Malcolm Brinnin and Bill Read Duxbury	A
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It was cold and windy scarcely the day	B
to take a walk on that long beach	C
Everything was withdrawn as far as possible	D
indrawn the tide far out the ocean shrunken	E
seabirds in ones or twos	F
The rackety icy offshore wind	G
numbed our faces on one side	H
disrupted the formation	E
of a lone flight of Canada geese	I
and blew back the low inaudible rollers	J
in upright steely mist	K
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The sky was darker than the water	A
it was the color of mutton fat jade	L
Along the wet sand in rubber boots we followed	M
a track of big dog prints so big	N
they were more like lion prints Then we came on	O
lengths and lengths endless of wet white string	P
looping up to the tide line down to the water	A
over and over Finally they did end	Q
a thick white snarl man size awash	R
rising on every wave a sodden ghost	S
falling back sodden giving up the ghost	S
A kite string But no kite	T
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I wanted to get as far as my proto dream house	U
my crypto dream house that crooked box	V
set up on pilings shingled green	W
a sort of artichoke of a house but greener	A
boiled with bicarbonate of soda	X
protected from spring tides by a palisade	L
of are they railroad ties	Y
Many things about this place are dubious	Z
I'd like to retire there and do nothing	P
or nothing much forever in two bare rooms	A2
look through binoculars read boring books	B2
old long long books and write down useless notes	C2
talk to myself and foggy days	D2
watch the droplets slipping heavy with light	T
At night a grog a l'am eacute ricaine	W
I'd blaze it with a kitchen match	E2
and lovely diaphanous blue flame	F2
would waver doubled in the window	G2
There must be a stove there is a chimney	W
askew but braced with wires	J
and electricity possibly	W
at least at the back another wire	A
limply leashes the whole affair	A
to something off behind the dunes	H2
A light to read by perfect But impossible	D
And that day the wind was much too cold	I2
even to get that far	A
and of course the house was boarded up	J2
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On the way back our faces froze on the other side	H
The sun came out for just a minute	K2
For just a minute set in their bezels of sand	L2
the drab damp scattered stones	M2
were multi colored	N2
and all those high enough threw out long shadows	O2
individual shadows then pulled them in again	W
They could have been teasing the lion sun	W
except that now he was behind them	P2
a sun who'd walked the beach the last low tide	H
making those big majestic paw prints	Q2
who perhaps had batted a kite out of the sky to play with	R2

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