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By Cosensza Hendrickson

Sundown swallows rise at the fresh of each morning.
Where children dammed the stream,
                                                                   the cattle egrets pose
and the water spills over like smoothed time.

I write what I know
                                    and the world unwrites all that I know
and the mud-brown fish keep multiplying
in their infinite dance
                                         over dark sand.