Clade Song 6
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Clade Song 6

Day Seven

I call the osprey sentinel, kindly
by the way she masks her eyes
and circles above the pine line.

Many people have many things to say
about this river. I am told a trained eye
can see the tides begin to rush in or out.

I train my eye on the shore. I see
that at night we cannot see the water
but what it reflects.
                                    This portrait of light
and that the osprey dives for bunkers
schooling beneath are binaries of one fact

which you can float a body on.




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Moncrief Alison D. Moncrief-Bromage's poems have appeared in the Paris Review, Denver Quarterly, Barrow Street and elsewhere. Her collection Daughter, Daedalus won the 2016 T. S. Eliot Prize for Poetry and is forthcoming this September. She is a writing tutor at Yale University and lives by the shore in Stony Creek, CT with her husband and two children.