Losing Track

　　by Denise Levertov

　　 Long after you have swung back away from me

　　 I think you are still with me：

　　 you come in close to the shore on the tide

　　 and nudge me awake the way

　　 a boat adrift nudges the pier：

　　 am I a pier half-in half-out of the water？

　　 and in the pleasure of that communion

　　 I lose track，the moon I watch goes down，

　　 the tide swings you away before

　　 I know I'm alone again long since，

　　 mud sucking at gray and black timbers of me，

　　 a light growth of green dreams drying.

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