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These are my last days on the water,
Sharp-eyed and windblown on Currituck Sound,
Standing still on one leg after so many years,
Stock still in the smoke and the tides.
Can't you still see me there in the reeds
Working alone to find the right words,
Convinced we shared what was real,
Reminded with every full moon i am sinking?
