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Box 7 (watermark)Boyer Rickelin 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 Read Bio Author Discusses Poems |
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