they also look west to see the sunset
their heads breaking through the surface,
smiling, it seems, their long whiskers
shedding water droplets back into
the source.
we are smiling, too, holding star
fish in our slippery hands, its
roughness surprising, we expected
slimy, instead, shininess,
its superb beauty, the sun is
sliding south, leaving behind
stupendous drifting clouds
suspended between the softness
of mountains and shadows.
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