Vines where the chimneys were,
Curling across the rooftops like the tide,
And I kissed her lips and drank them long
And deep; it reminded me of the ocean and the stars
In the ocean and the pattern of one great star
On the waves, a wonder: surf that’s thunder-
Struck and lightning-bathed.
Then I heard the voice of an old
Poet staggering away
Drunk
From the ocean
And I stayed
My course
But when I raised
My head to gasp
Looked back.
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