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At dawn, the lake reflects

Rows of  pencils,

Serried green arrows

That dimple the clouds

 

Then a beaver

Draws a line

Across the tranquil surface

Of the mind

 

And the aspen trembles

To the crash of elk,

The cry of the raven

And the distant rumble of war.

 

 

 

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