The field
of olive trees
open and closes
like a fan.
Above the olive grove
a foundering sky
and a dark rain
of cold stars.
Bulrush and penumbra tremble
at the river's edge.
The gray air ripples.
the olive trees
are laden
with cries.
a flock
of captive birds
moving their long long
tails in the gloom.
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