This is what       it must have sounded like       in the hollow of her:
a timbre       not unlike a hushed beach fire       blue with salt
faint hiss of smoke scorched sand       eelgrass
among coals       uprooted from the deep fissure       where they forested
whole shoals of fish;       not to be mistaken
for tenderness       merely       a place of holding
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