Stretched wide and low,
Opaque like porcelain,
River wide and long
Exposed herself to me.
With flights of cranes, lazy,
Whispering in ribbons
Like tired, gray dragons
In search of watery beds;
A hawk, a goose, a snowy
Mountain range. A dog, a man
On a run, children playing,
Sad singing of cars on the road:
A show. The ticket-less audience
Hums patiently for the end;
His roses ready for the company,
The house the pit. Bravo.
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