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| Duck, N.C. |
We were all together once,
Blistered in the southern sun,
Facing the water from sunrise to sunset
believing in forever,
The blue points we tricked from the sound
Scalded to death at the end of the day,
The clatter of their claws and legs
unbearably brief,
Or casting all morning over the breakers,
The women well-oiled in low chairs,
The men standing at the tide line
shoulders squared to the sea,
Our rigs disappearing into the rearing light,
Waiting for the wild tug of panic,
A fine line between hope and fright.
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