Past The Water Mark - Poem by James McLain
A woman came and moved me over there.
Past the water mark, last night, her tide, I knew.
And the tide it moved her low warm smile,
it higher rose and wet.
The moon was full and full her moon was set.
Past the grass and flats and white the sand.
And up along the dock,
just past the long green pole.
She's looking out,
to where my boat was tied to closely up.
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