The Envoi of Song, Tamarah Rockwood

The Envoi of Song


My eye is the line cast out
Into the brine, hidden
 
In smears and scores of waves
That draw the eye to the depths;
 
Who lies down there but the drowned
Refusing their legs, vanished
 
In white caps, in the envoi of song,
given over; given over; gone to verse.
 
On salt-bitten shore my salmon-heart
Refuses clear water.

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