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Seahorse

This blowing of the sea
On the shore
Could be from a horse
Hardly visible through the water,
A pale horse,
Trailing seaweed from a wound
In his flanks
And breathing deeply at his toil

Then later
When the sea has calmed
Small breezes come to
Scuff the sleekness of his skin
Like flies in the field.

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