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Abstract
(on a work of art by Lisa Sheirer entitled Water Stories – Lilypons 2)
I.
Things were pretty clear then,
the pencil thin lines of reeds, curved like the hairs on a stevedore’s arm,
the sculptured reflections of clouds,
scabbing bark of sycamores or
rust scars on seasoned machinery,