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Blue-Bordered Green Iza Lepkowski Is it too late for the ocean To apologize for unknowingly Wearing down the pale, sandy Edges of the bay And for all of the pestiferous, Persistent voicemails, enclosed In a seashell phonograph And is it past the date Where the mountains and skyscrapers Can say they feel remorse for Penetrating the wandering stray clouds And puncturing the sky with Sword-arms raised and throats long and deep, Catching the resulting bloodflow, Saying sorry, they’re just too tall And is it too late For the fog to beg for forgiveness After all of the times it has Muddled the lucid conscience of glass And for all the times this Nebulous opacity has gathered and run Down in tears of pane And is it too late to return A book years overdue To the library past the house in the forest on the hill In between the wisdom of the owls When it had burned down ages ago on a river-island While the rest of the world drowned in A suburbian overflow 61