49
Pebble by pebble
it becomes
possible to widen
the river’s eddy.
50
On its banks
tall grasses hide
such monuments
of sound.
51
Listen in
the deep of night:
what softens
the cheek of silence?
52
Do not say
farewell— this
bridge is not
for burning.
53
I miss most
the flavor
of mornings
at ease.
54
First the dough
must rise; you punch
it down so doubled,
it can rise again.
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