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Up on the hilltop
Two men under the low sky
Clear faces in the wind, clear eyes
And a thin flute, sounding over the dry forest floor
Breath against silver
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In a cove, four men with bare backs
and black trousers crouch in the sand.
I see a white body in the water. His arms,
hips in green water, gliding
like a small fish out there.
The water is moved by a sudden wind.
Their voices near me.