A Lover
If I could catch the green lantern of the firefly I could see to write you a letter.
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From out the dragging vastness of the sea,
Wave-fettered, bound in sinuous seaweed strands,
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Cut like a cameo in lazuli,
Then falls, betrayed by shifting shells, and lands
Prone in the jeering water, and his hands
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He gains upon the shore, where poppies glow
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