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29 Turtle Island Poem Number Thirteen yesterday we took a walk down the street you found some boxes and down the sea staire across the tracks north along the strand to the pier halfway you went inside outside i watched two young surfers paddle to the edge of the reef where fishing boats wander and a lone fisher walked out of the ocean trying to sell a giant bass on his speargun on the way back the coast surfliner whistled going north every once in a while it runs someone over you found a piece of sea smooth glass rare now glass is not allowed on the beach so home again but never again the same bed walking up the hill we went inland, as an old poet once sang where tagaloa sleeps ...

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