Voices, scored into
the waters’ green.
When the kingfisher dives
the split second whirs:

What stood by you
appears on every shore
mown down
into another image.

*

a doll, a rice steamer, a clock
drying in the sun

*
the fishermen have not returned

*
washed into the sea
these are not their voices

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Notes: The first stanza is from an untitled poem in Paul Celan's Glottal Stop, p. 1