The Wave
–Matt Rasmussen
He saw it everywhere.
The inevitable folding of a wave,the patient flood of lava
traveling toward him.He saw birds die in flight,
felt a leaf release itself in his stomach.We become rock, he thought.
The sun, somewhere, is always risingand setting. The earth bubbles,
driving a volcanic necksmoking from the ocean.
No island is an island,he said. There is no new land,
just the same body broken open.
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