Just sitting with the lake,
Taking in the evening,
No one else on the shore,
Watching the small waves break,
Watching the long waves curl,
Waiting without waiting
For a single thing more,
The eye caught a weird light
Through a distant canyon,
Through the mouth of a fish-
Like cloud. Can light have been
Fortune, said without sound?
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