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Rinsing the Beach

The maidens of the lake are at work.
The sun rises behind them,
the sky clear of all but blue and gulls.

The maidens ceaselessly dump tub after tub
of lake water on the beach.
The water is green where they work,
the sun shining through it as it pours out
onto the pebbles and the sand.
Farther out, the water is blue.
The maidens rinse the beach.

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