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Some find it in water

some in water’s frozen form.

On nordic tracks a chord of feeling

struck by a stand of saplings,

slight descent and burst of speed.

The smell of snow and sun

in the acceleration.

Freud called it infantile—certainly

it has to do with return,

with calling the saplings,

snow and waves by the same name,

which is also mine and yours.