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  • July 30, 2012 - 4:56 PM

Catching
something
sunken,
the
black
river
flings
back
one
white
wave
riding
forever,
neither
gaining
nor
losing —
a
bird’s
lost
breast
feathers,
a
wrinkled
white
kerchief —
the
black
stream
seeming
blacker
against
the
shoreline
birches.

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