Losing Track by Denise Levertov
Long after you have swung back away from me I think you are still with me:
you come in close to the shore on the tide and nudge me awake the way
a boat adrift nudges the pier: am I a pier half-in half-out of the water?
and in the pleasure of that communion I lose track, the moon I watch goes down, the
tide swings you away before I know I'm alone again long since,
mud sucking at gray and black timbers of me, a light growth of green dreams drying.
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