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The finishing
the waves
came
with a
flailing.
disturbed by
whatever
made them
frantic.
they gestured a gully
leaving water and sky,
in such rush
as if in a race;
they flapped and flipped
hovered like hummingbirds
and at
the bank,
laid themselves
down to
become
a poem.
leonell echa
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