Undone Song at Neap Tide

When the sun and moon were in quadrature, when
the garden had become a wilderness and the clock
refused to strike

When the old year died and the sand walked into
the sea with the neap tide

When you had been too long away and your old
snowblue footprints
clotted and hesitated in the clay

When the worry of this undone song unsung so long
so loud my head I went inside and under to let the flood
run free











From Poetry Magazine, Vol. 185, no. 5, Feb. 2005. Used with permission.
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