POEM
Undone Song at Neap Tide
Kathryn StarbuckWhen the sun and moon were in quadrature, when
the garden had become a wilderness and the clock refused to strike
When the old year died and the sand walked into
the sea with the neap tide
When you had been too long away and your old snowblue footprints
clotted and hesitated in the clay
When the worry of this undone song unsung so long
so loud my head I went inside and under to let the flood run free
Source: Poetry (February 2005).
This poem originally appeared in the February 2005 issue of Poetry.
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