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One Birthday, Remembering Another
“I just can’t comprehend
Whether it is the end of the day, the end of the world,
Or the mystery of mysteries in me again.”
— Anna Akhamatova
Go now. The day’s done. Let me
open my body and see what flows out.
Remember the ocean’s edge at Corcovado,
where rainforest collapsed to beach and sea?
Each time the tide pulled away
hundreds of tiny fish silvered the sand,
gasping, flailing, the shimmering Pacific slivered,
such beautiful desperation.