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in a world splashed with supermarket colors
she rises above the sand in bands of black and white
drawing upon a history of her own ship wrecks
day and night she warns of treacherous passages
stand next to her and you can hear the crash
of waves Walt Whitman heard from every point
of Paumanok before we jammed our ears
with car engines, weed whackers and buzzing beepers
her body echoes with the flute
of childhood chants and pirate shanties
drifting from the windows of her platinum crown
as antlers rise above the reeds and dwarf pines
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very nice blog!mary
thanks