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Epithalamium
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| 5 3 Epithalamium Like the hair she has waited all day to let down, a shadow unfurls from the ponderosa’s trunk: a plank one might walk to horizon’s edge, the dark band just stops. And out there, a fractured school of minnows veering all at once, gulls belly-up and disappear in dunegrass. Like doubloons, gills, like rusted keys, or the first glimpse of shore, comparisons fail: She’s a splinter in the general noon; a stalled grain on which he stands, he is in no way sure. And still the branches sway like a chorus of believers: arms urging the moored ship off, years-later waves washing them into the salt of what was there. ...