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Sounds:
Dar Williams, The End of the Summer
Words: Tim Powers, The Anubis Gates )
And Moses i know
I know you've seen fire
but you've never seen fire
til you've seen Pele blow
and I've never seen light
but I sure have seen gold
and Gladys save a place for me
on your grapevine
till i get my own tv show
ashre ashre ashre ashre
and if I lost my Cracker jacks
at the tidal wave I got a place
in the pope's rubber robe
Muhammed my friend
it's time to tell the world
we both know it was a girl
back in Bethleham
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shallows
By the water, my mouth is full
of salt and the smell of seaweed.
Were I entirely here, I'd clutch
the sand like a solid thing, I'd
follow the stream of papers and
poems back to the source of the pain.
But the boat is pointed not up
any river but away across the water
and from here I may take up oars
to the island where Charon sleeps
restlessly, sucking on copper and
calling ravens to himself in dreams.
it is on this beach that I sing out
all of those old songs, let them free
one last time forever. I have no need
for the boatman, I am finally
my own guide.
I am armed with maps of these unseen shallows;
love is a frayed dream of the coast.
I'll arrive shivering, ready to say
to my love, forgive me,
I have been dreaming too close
to the sea.
1/19/97, ksf
annotation for shallows
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