Parading

In storms and / at sunset, with the metallic coils of the tide

around my fathomless arms, I am unable
around my fathomless arms, I am unable
around my fathomless arms, I am unable
to understand the forms of my vanity
to understand the forms of my vanity
or I am hard alee with my Polish rudder
or I am hard alee with my Polish rudder
in my hand and the sun sinking. —Frank O’Hara
in my hand and the sun sinking.
—Frank O’Hara

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