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I see them leaving
one by one climbing
the sky over an unsettled
sea many colors intensely
spread among waves
sprays jumping high
crests of foam
the space taken by
the loud sounds
one after another
they turn their backs
flying away
we stay below
a lazy eye to the clock
among pebbles
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before is the bird’s
song and the occasional
car passing by
then the refrigerator
freezing while shaking
the hot water boiler
or an airplane
far away the mailman
comes dropping
volumes of papers
we need to lift glance
at a minute then dispose
that’s how days roll
away how solitude
serves me well
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