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Diving Lessons

by Seth Jani
Artwork, “Lawson and Granddaughter from Green-Wood Cemetery” by Howard Skrill


What we lost in the sea
Cannot be salvaged
By a fisherman’s net.
I don’t even know
What it was,
But I have a long blue echo
And a baited heart,

And sometimes the ghosts
Of shipwrecks fill my room.
They say there is nothing
Left to plunder,
But for what then
Do they keep on fighting?
Their mirraging cannons
Firing all night
Into the splitting, insomniac sky.
What we lost that day near the Adriatic
Must be worth a pretty penny.
The fog-lights of desire
Keep shining there.
It’s why I’m learning
How to dive.


Published inPoetryChapel Hill

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