The almost sand of Dan's ridge became
very quiet late at night. These things--grains--
have a way of coming back & haunting you,
or so I've heard. Have you? I think these
larks are faster than sharks & I (please do
not believe this) shudder now at her shadow,
the girl we've been discussing all along.
She's still there, you know, she has
been there all along. One of us, a
frightened hawk-moth shuddering
with dusty, palmed brilliance.
The other, again, the lark who's lost her way.
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