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88 The dIve (The Turtle Suite Poems) So there’s nothing left— What can I say other than take care of yourself? —curtis mayfield The weight of the world is less underwater As you leave I submerge Begin the moving through With everything unfinished between us Hoisted high upon my back Tied down like winter tinder This the deep freeze dive My green-brown shell heavy All the way to the oval edge With all I believed would always be The salt water helps Lifting all of it from me without taking anything away The sweet scorched things still try to flee Like a school of red bandana fish The Geechee blue wedding roof blown off in the storm Rice and popcorn piled high Scattered out of their smoldering bowls Along with the most singed memory of them all Your curtain of brown eyes opens First thing in the blackberry morning Sweet things bobble and put up a good fight Refuse to fall All treasures from a shipwreck Now piled high Submerged now Underwater now The nest destroyed The sharpest hook Ruthless fire pirate Love ...

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