Door 2
There was water
first, uprooted from the depths.
In an island cave the sides of rock
were stained with the sound of dripping;
a tapping march of drops.
The inexhaustible companion sat
whistling leaves in configured directions
like dolphins playing aimlessly
below a transparent gold.
And ships set sail for other lands.
The wind had promised.
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