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2.
If you could only hear.
Soft splashing
of reservoir against stone. Swell
of riverbody
gathered and held.
The road splits and flanks. The boat
was left adrift.
You have never heard a sky
like the one
sinking in these blue waters.
3.
Alongside the tin-roofed house
runs this riddle:
place that fills, but is empty.
I tell my story in cairns
set against the banks
and in the bare armed cottonwood
a dozen bushtits leap from small twig
to small twig. Collecting place,
