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CORMORANTS
Cormorants crowd pine branches,
Cormorants become crosses,
Dark crosses across the sky.
The gulf awakens,
shakes her azure hair,
Watches us
with its billion blue-green eyes.
The gulf with its
billion green salt lips kisses us.
The dark crosses sing joyous songs,
The shore sand sings a joyous song.
Duane Locke
Posted over on SF Salvo
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