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Thursday, September 11, 2014

Assignment 2: Scene Poem

In twelve lines or fewer, present a scene using concrete detail. Avoid action.

In the Channel

The water is like the blue of the flag, opaque 
And shifting in tone as wind confronts 
Its integrity. The sky the water lines against 
Is paler than it is above our heads, where it domes up 
Into a uniform blue, lighter still than what
We rock on in our boat. At  2 O’Clock,
A golden paddy of kelp. A white blur
The size of a stop sign circles beneath it.
The water’s not opaque after all, but translucent.
The sunfish below is joined by another, and another,
And three more besides. I ready my mask.
The engine is cut, the ocean assumes its voice.

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