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Sea and Rain: Lake Michigan
after James McNeill Whistler, 1865
There is a dance at water’s edge,
a movement between the lake, its sand
and the horizon where lake becomes cloud.
Between those lines our world’s
a thin wash of muted tones, beige
and gray with a hint of white,
almost abstract, until the dancer
steps out into the pool.
She makes the whole thing real.