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Laszlo Slomovits
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URSA The river rills and mists nearby Stars disarray the black air I sleep on the sand bar Bear appears to me Whispering songs of the predator To paint my dreams Trout hovers in the cold stream Stars reflected in the water Form new constellations Bear imprints the soft sand Imagines pulsing hearts And splashing of water It's in this meager light That I know what is Only to be fooled by the morning Gerald Clark, Ann Arbor
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