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You know what a lee is; I don’t.

Behind a stone. No wind. Stop boat. A place.

Behind your back. My body. Stop the air.

Travel by stopping, full stop, just there.

As lee is a small word. Sail easy.

Lee and unlee, light is hot.

Rest here, a while longer on my

belly. A lee, a dry derry, a drought.

August: marsh sounds, marsh looks, a ferry.

Look for other words—lucid, pellucid—

call a mind a pond? Call a pond a mind?

Lucid, penitent mendicants on a pond.

Words for clarity, words for light and heat,

words for charity—words for sleep.