Out there in the bay tonight,
captured in a globe of light,
hand over hand over
hand, I imagine,
her dredging,
with beads of perspiration
dripping,
while I can only try
to coax
a tune from the radio
static.
Waves.
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Out there in the bay tonight,
captured in a globe of light,
hand over hand over
hand, I imagine,
her dredging,
with beads of perspiration
dripping,
while I can only try
to coax
a tune from the radio
static.
