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Night covers the pond with its wing.
Under the ringed moon I can make out
your face swimming among minnows and the small
In the night air
the surface of the pond is metal.
Within, your eyes are open.
a memory I recognize, as though
we had been children together.
grazed on the hill, they were gray
with white markings.
Now they graze
with the dead who wait
like children under their granite breastplates,
lucid and helpless:
The hills are far away.
They rise up
blacker than childhood.
What do you think of, lying so quietly
by the water? When you look that way I want
to touch you, but do not, seeing
as in another life we were of the same blood.
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