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--for Larry Levis (1947-1997)
Larry did, with his book Elegy, his elegy, his last
long rolling lines of sadness, unsobbed sobs,
his finishing stroke,
his last hard dig
of the paddle before lifting it
from the water, and the canoe, on the silent straight line
cut by its keel,
beaches itself
on the sandy, the silt-lapped, shore.
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