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My salt marsh
-mine, I call it, because
These day-hammered fields

Of dazzled horizontals
Undulate, summers,
Inside me and out-

How can I say what it is?
Sea lavender shivers
Over the tidewater steel.

A million minnows ally
With their million shadows
(lucky we’ll never need

To know whose is whose).
The bud of storm loosens:
Watered paint poured

Dark blue onto the edge
Of the page. Haloed grasses,
Gilt shadow-edged body of dune…

I could go on like this.
I love the language
Of the day’s ten thousand aspects,

The creases and flecks
In the map, these
Brillant gouaches.

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Poem Description - Mark Doty