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  • Inside the guts of fresh fish, just hauled up | Shall we praise the girls who will not come down | It’s about water that didn’t lose its shine

    Inside the guts of fresh fish, just hauled up

  • Inroad

    The radiance that is always around us is incited

  • Innocence

    The birds she could identify—nuthatch, oriole—

  • Inner City Canal

    This water tumbling over the canal locks

  • Indian River at Dusk

    The first and only time I caught a sheephead

  • Indelible

    Having worn myself out naming Bewick's wren,

  • Incident in the Park

    Working back from the moment I rose off the bench,

  • Inauguration Day

    Yes, like thousands of joyful poets today

  • In Which the Sea Rakes at My Window and Seemingly Unlike Me

    and I wake rattled, as if to resist a long fall

  • In which I am confronted by a superhero

    I’m hitting fast forward to skip the gruesome bits of an Icelandic mystery

  • In Waterplace Park on Our 15th Anniversary

    I’m waiting for you on the bank of the river,

  • In the Waiting Room | City of Bridges

    Light poured