Волны
Ripplingsmall,ripplinggrey,innumerablewavesspreadbeneathus.Itouchnothing.Iseenothing.Wemaysinkandsettleonthewaves.Theseawilldruminmyears.Thewhitepetalswillbedarkenedwithseawater.Theywillfloatforamomentandthensink.Rollingmeoverthewaveswillshouldermeunder.Everythingfallsinatremendousshower,dissolvingme.
’Yetthattreehasbristlingbranches;thatisthehardlineofacottageroof.Thosebladdershapespaintedredandyellowarefaces.PuttingmyfoottothegroundIstepgingerlyandpressmyhandagainsttheharddoorofaSpanishinn.’
Thesunwassinking.Thehardstoneofthedaywascrackedandlightpouredthroughitssplinters.Redandgoldshotthroughthewaves,inrapidrunningarrows,featheredwithdarkness.Erraticallyraysoflightflashedandwandered,likesignalsfromsunkenislands,ordartsshotthroughlaurelgrovesbyshameless,laughingboys.Butthewaves,astheynearedtheshore,wererobbedoflight,andfellinonelongconcussion,likeawallfalling,awallofgreystone,unpiercedbyanychinkoflight.
Abreezerose;ashiverranthroughtheleaves;andthusstirredtheylosttheirbrowndensityandbecamegreyorwhiteasthetreeshifteditsmass,winkedandlostitsdomeduniformity.Thehawkpoisedonthetopmostbranchflickeditseyelidsandroseandsailedandsoaredfaraway.Thewildplovercriedinthemarshes,evading,circling,andcryingfurtheroffinloneliness.Thesmokeoftrainsandchimneyswasstretchedandtornandbecamepartofthefleecycanopythathungovertheseaandthefields.
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