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At Klipsan Beach

The sea marks time like a sundial’s arm,

steadily extending its reach.

Crawling back, it vomits on the beach—

jellyfish as violet as violets.

My whiskey, a soft amber, floating ice.

We are, and then we aren’t;

that’s the mortal art.

I stood dying at the ocean’s side

to dream up only this.

What could I do but make my shape?

I stake my shadow to this place.

from Charms Against LightningFind it in the library

Copyright © 2012 James Arthur
Used with the permission of The Permissions Company, Inc.
on behalf of Copper Canyon Press.

Published in James Arthur Poems

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