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Dave Bonta
all go by water
talk to the water
desire to get in water
a dress of ten thousand hands
the water received the water
and they made a great deal of joy
this day I left my harp
for a city of herring
Alone in the garden of little hopes,
I tell the light
to be herrings
and come in good time.
How at sea he is, that monk!
Join with him and dine on herring,
chant and turn out to row
in a brave cup.
Red herrings to breakfast:
boot-heel hole as big as a horse
through the forest, one path
as if through a red regiment.
Old Harry went out to buy a hat
and met the Greyhound,
where I found him vexed
about breaking the Lord’s lock.
I walk home
all the herring coming out
with a grace as great as the night
after the work
of the house is done
this sudden grief
All in town go by water
and talk with the water, desire
to be water: a dress of ten thousand hands.
The water received the water
and they made a great deal of joy to see one another.
I left off my great skirt
and went to sell a horse
for a dish of herrings.