Along the heritage waters of Corinth,
triremes once knew the coast
and held along the continental shelf.
I have to be known by a landscape, scoped into the diorama...
A gudiye is silent, it pushes the floes
of Icy Bay along its ridges
and the Tlingit hunt seal this way.
...where the landmine is sacrilege to the Earth.
The canoe and the kayak are their places,
with the personality of a river
and the width of a man's arm.
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