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Bones and stones and shells,
accretions of each in each
because of water.
Let me stand, to my tender belly
in water,
where filaments of bone wave
inside glimmering fish
between strands of sea grass.
Gulls break shells
for flesh that melts like mine,
whole sea yolks…
whole lives, in water embodied,
fed, carried, dissolved…even stones…
in water, reflected by the sky.
About water, Craig Childs writes: “Water furrows itself into shapes as it runs, immediately telling stories out loud, decoding messages from stillness into momentmum.” From, “The Secret Knowledge of Water”
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