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LAST WEEKEND IN MAINE
Hannah Craig
(The Sharpened Word)
Sleek fist-eared hounds
paddle home along the shore.
They bay from the bank,
like horns through
silvered slow ash
and fall-down basswood
I cant their names
as a ritual of protection;
row out for oysters,
cut clinging kelp
from dark-eyed stones.
I deny that there is ice
or even the memory of ice,
but my hands are blue,
stung by small stars.
The dogs shake
free of wet,
their deep-earth scent
thick as acorns and red leaves.
They lie down near the fire,
swim
across a dream
where the sea
never ends.
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3rd Place Winner, January 2002
