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Poem: Rain, Fishermen, and the Treaty of Light

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Rain, Fishermen, and the Treaty of Light

His lips, lungs, diaphragm, and fingers launch the flute's sound.
I drink in the flow, the open round spaced notes.
Outside, rain patterns dot swift green whispering waters.

Chris fishes from a large rock with a friend's child.
They catch and release under clouds a shade of silver
deeper than the sky. A bird observes the big and small fishers.

Music compresses our humanity, teases beauty out of a tree,
a rock, one's own body. The music slips inside and opens in the rain.

—Jan Garden Castro

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