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25 August 2008. Light just at dawn, treeline of hills, tiny filigree sentinels etched against sky. Quattrocento.
But guarding what? The new day will mind itself. Voices from pool steps--the early crew, locked out--no one's showed to open up. Gear bags over shoulders, towels, hunched and leaning--bluster and indifference, on and on, leaving finally one by one...
Seabirds over the North Pacific Gyre, a giant green swirl, twice the size of Texas (whatever can this mean?) Where polycarbonates find their home. Dunkin' Donuts, Matel, Park and Shop--our favored conveniences brought to rest, tidy and half-dissolved on miles and miles and miles of sea...
Better sing...
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