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  • We journeyed that summer evening
    Left home
    Crossed the wide and empty tide swept channel
    Rowed ashore to claim
    a patch of coarse sand
    Just out of reach of the last spruce along the shore
    Just above the tide’s reach
    In a hidden cove
    On an island
    Where long ago schooners called
    To load granite cut and shaped
    And the air rang with steel on steel

    We set stone on stone
    Gathered driftwood
    Our smoke rose
    A grey thread tracing
    And binding the edges
    The edge of land and sea
    The edge of earth and sky
    The edge of the day and night

    Spruce crackled and sparked
    An old oak chunk glowed hot
    The fire slumped
    Salmon with lemon and jalapenos
    Air rich with smoke and salt and spruce and fish

    We waited
    In the small margin of silence
    Between worlds
    Between elements
    Between words
    Looking out

    Shadows gathered where the dark island loomed behind us
    The last gleam of day to the west
    South the ocean stretched beyond the horizon
    And from the east
    a strawberry moon rose from the dark and restless sea
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