During a weary year
our own lives washed away,
worn down on the sanded sea bank
like polished whale bone
or the filmy salt lines residing
between the dead shore and living sea.
We came upon a new day,
like a freshwater current overpowering
a salt-struck river
in that day we drank deep,
injected life into this year's veins
put meat onto bones
and life into meat
and our own lives restored,
like energized whales
departing into deep waters.
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