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Stephan Of Lindau

THE PROMISED WATER

Day 35

This morning our boat nudged another mountaintop
& again the animals expectantly lined up behind their gates.
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Weather curls over the sea like lust.
Children cough more. Family sick of eating manna.
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We grow thin towards sleep.
This week saw strange sights: piss bucket always full with wine,
flowers grow from the deck, and great fish have been following
for days.
 
A dove arrived with four wings.
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