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August dusk, low tide

there’s only one swan preening

its long neck shimmers

The last one? The cove

will swarm with multitudes on

the last day, some say

or Parmenides:

the wide-eyed moon, spotless sun,

light a foreigner,”

(Brinkhurst, translator)

so as dusk falls, WHAT IS is

in Narragansett.