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Box 7 (watermark)

Boyer Rickel

in the wave’s glass face:   stones, refracted   (a signal  rises out of noise)    the water’s

surface    —a reflective expanse       we saw whale spouts once (soundless):       much

noise, much dance   on the water’s edge   the sound of whales (a signal?) breathing is

what I read    the water’s surface (one’s face afloat)    —an infinite expanse       stones

skipped    zipper/shatter what’s reflected     (noiseless)          beyond the waves’ edge



Boyer Rickel

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