labyrinth
some tensile hollow
then in the strand
looping knotting
at her fingertips—
they ask answer some
unspoken playback like
racing around the
block in a race
already won—
that is her family
readily their own
to be praised once the braid
has ticked away names
fired off torn plank
corral—voteache
in spine marrow
future tense
but within the unmoored
arena only a footfall
drops the braid
saltmix facing a last
last turning—
a step and
they are there
combed gauges
beyond the waveline
stir of summer
high thus to tumble
over the rushing
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