haiku
in dawn we
spare like sole footfall
malachite--
mica flakes
gold black and carmine
in the valves
banked stone, rock
veined with gold and gray
tensed, like waves.
there was a
shore. she sang a song.
(anguish of
pink in the water.
dripping sun
on waves of
rock and silver, gold,
malachite.)
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