In a deserted still sea
Gold does not shine Yet caresses the shore, Gives the trees faces That gaze at boulders Like giant turtles Incapable of lying Either to me or the flocks Flying low in fog's padding Toward new land, On a fleeting surface. Unshifting skies weep droplets Slight as cygnets among the reeds, Parents circle Feed, nestle In the pause Before the freeze The oar breaks molasses On lifting it heals, No trace of anticipation Or my giddy heart Once here. In the lost realm Where fish graze A tree grows from the deep, Once ignored By famished sailboats Hungry to be free, Witness to the fullness, No wind No need Breath rising and falling On the thickening eve.
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