It’s amazing how much the small waves
Move like dark starling murmurations
When the wind crosses the lake light and low.
They skid and shape exactly as if
They’re schooling to avoid predators,
Twisting sets of shadows against steeled
Surface, when they are themselves surface,
And not escaping but being pushed
As everything escaping is pushed.
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