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Youth I

The slip slid from
your wrist
to the nest of rope

You pushed off
I held the oars

The glistening
lake
The loon's
signature voice


Youth II

1

Green summer
jumpers
of thimbleberries
Splashes of red
splashes of light
an occasional
white star
Puncheon path
as ligature
over

2

Knee-deep in
foliage
you filled your
water bottle
full
licked clean
your sweet
bloody
fingers

3

O buttresses!
O wings!
Planted
and soaring