Are you a thought
Frozen in bronze?
Or, are you an alloy of copper
And tin shaped to give flesh
To a thought?
When light touches you, is it
The metal that glows?
Or, the thought.
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Shore
the wind brings her to me,
the stir of weather, the play of water.
touch sails along secret routes,
till voice comes washing the sand.
water spills into wings.