New Poems
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Coda
Finally, at the end of every wreckage, we stand here
in these doomed rooms in moonlight
and tell ourselves we’ve done what we have wanted.
We say grief
is the worn boats in the harbor,
waiting to carry us to another shore.
If the heart, the dark heart
is the empty page, we say love is the sea itself
with its voices, troubling the margin
as it …