
you come in close to the shore
adrift on the tide
half-in half-out of the water;
the moon I watch sinks down
into the fog
and in the gasp of that moment
the tide swings you back
away from me;
i know i've been alone all along
when fresh growths of dying dreams
take root
soon after you've swung back.
based on Denise Levertov's Losing Track
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