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The Magnificent Frigatebird
1–2 minutesI am the one who glides; where the air has become cold–that is what I call the sky, and I stay below it, among the shadow-birds, and at nightfall we slow, so the wind moves faster than us, a silken pulse that bristles our feathers, that carves away the shadow-birds until they are the spray
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The Scent of Water
1–2 minutesThere is a certain wind that comes off the water; a wind that smells like rain as it’s drying; peach-colored mist on wood or pavement. Something, yes, remarkably dry, wrapped in all the smoothness of water, like roots beneath the earth, bundled and secret. This wind is new in its ancientness, like it may have lain undiscovered for thousands of years,
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Dear Sky
1–2 minutesIn the sky we find deep water Much like the glazed place on the open ocean; you know your reflection is there but you cannot see it. We call it the wandering place those of us who know what will happen to our questions, how they won’t be answered but swallowed into carpets of light, and
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Summer Solstice
1–2 minutesThe sun lasts until 10 p.m. These are the good days, intrinsically so, because without knowledge of history, without, even, knowledge of the unfoldings of the seasons, these days would be good. We all crave the sun. We’re all linked to it, and we hold it inside ourselves like fireflies. Like the leaves from the tree,
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