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Eighth Saturday, from Dead Horse Bay, Brooklyn, one day late
Two small Gadwall flocks
Argue: whose water is this?
Mallard swims between.
Green glittering glass,
Blue bottles, pink saucer shards,
Scattered on wet sand.
Rusted iron safe
Lies on its side, door yanked off,
Full of countless snails.
Argue: whose water is this?
Mallard swims between.
Green glittering glass,
Blue bottles, pink saucer shards,
Scattered on wet sand.
Rusted iron safe
Lies on its side, door yanked off,
Full of countless snails.
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