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r l swihart Youth I The slip slid from your wrist to the nest of rope You pushed off I held the oars The glistening lake The loon’s signature voice Youth II 1 Green summer jumpers of thimbleberries Splashes of red splashes of light an occasional white star Puncheon path as ligature over 2 Knee-deep in foliage you filled your water bottle full licked clean your sweet bloody fingers 3 O buttresses! O wings! Planted and soaring