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The morning had not yet made up its mind. I arrived in the grey hush before light and stood for a while at the edge of the stone. The lions on either side leaned forward—not to threaten, but to listen. A palm tree held itself upright in the distance, neither foreground nor subject. The lake was flat as breath before it leaves the body.

I exposed for what felt like the space between worlds. And when I stepped away, the silence was unchanged.

Rain-washed jetty waits—
lions listening to dawn,
the lake forgets time.


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