Swim
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These are the days
the sun is swimming back
to the east and the light
on the water gleams
as never, it seems,
before.
—Mary Oliver
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Poem: Swimming With A Hundred Year Old Snapping Turtle
Poem: Swimming One Day in August
Poem: With the Blackest of Inks
Poem: On Thy Wondrous Works I Will Meditate (Psalm 145)
Poem: One Hundred White-Sided Dolphins on a Summer Day
Poem: Five A.M. in the Pinewoods