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Surfaces of Sound
Mark Fleury
Surfaces of sound
Waves, a lake exposed to the moon,
The breeze gently opens,
Wafts thin white curtains
And lifts up its golden
Shoulder blades toward the sky.
It’s the night that wakes up. Each star
An open window drying me off
After my long swim home.
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