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Wordsworth’S Ridge (For Fran Fike)

A summer night, I find a boat

Tied to a tree, a normal home

She lost her string and stepping in

I push the shore there, an act of stealthA troubled glad without a voice

A mountain song, the boat moves on

The water runs on either side

The circle swell, a sudden light takes meI fix my view upon the ridge

Horizon's eye above the gray skyI tip my oar to raise the stroke

The wading swan, the image broke

A looming peak, a pirate size

Uprears its head, a sudden guise takes me

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