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.
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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