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Sailing to windward

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Sweet Seeds

When I curve a round pebble
into that silvery black skin,
I hope for very little sound;
A tiny per..lop perhaps,
as my small stone parts that skin
and for the water to toss a few droplets
quietly into the air, as it colludes to cover itself again.
If my wavelets bring the slightest nod
from the wild rice

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