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Though I Speak in Tongues of Ravens

1 The tide withdraws from garbagestrewn below Front Street,exposing barnacles cemented along fissuresin transmission casings. Mussels self-shackle to a cast-off refrigerator.From within a thicket of drizzle,crows trade insults and harvestdiscard. Ravens plunder refuse, chuckling.Wind ruffles their shiny hackleswhen they plump…

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