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Seahorse

This blowing of the sea
on the shore
could be from a horse
hardly visible through the water,
a pale horse,
trailing seaweed from a wound
in its flanks
and breathing deeply at its toil

Then later
when the sea has calmed
small breezes come to
scuff its skin
like flies in the field.

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