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a doldrum sea
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2025
A Doldrum Sea
The fountain folds into itself,
water chasing water
like a thought that refuses
to finish.
In the courtyard,
two friends rehearse a photograph
they will not take today.
Their laughter
is a low tide —
it comes,
it goes,
it comes again.
The paving stones remember
every step,
but never tell the story.
Shadows drift across them
like ships without sails,
anchored in the same
grey hour.
Somewhere beyond the walls,
the wind has forgotten
how to change direction.
It leans against the gate,
breathing the same breath
over and over.
And I,
standing at the edge,
count the circles
until I lose
the will to count.
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