The Kelp-cut­ters

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Ten years since I buried All the air I could, And fol­lowed you Down into the dark, Your breath shim­mer­ing Like stars on the kelp. Joe, when we broke through That last time and found The boat gone, the air So cold we lay there Not say­ing a word, Hand in hand, tread­ing Un­til your warm grip went slack— Joe, I could do noth­ing But ride with the kelp Into dawn, rock­ing In the cold slate, Lis­ten­ing to my­self pump The damp night full of breath.

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