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The lilies lie bruised on the pond,

their eyes open to the light.

Floodwater in blue and white stretches

along the length of the land.

Above us

swallows perform miracles without thinking;

do things with sky

we cannot begin to imagine.

Last night thunder padded above us

like an angry grandfather;

today he has no memory of anything

but smiles, reaches out an old hand.