THE CALF
A calf with large eyes
is standing one morning down by
the shore to drink.
The old sea-maps show another shore.
The calf does not know that.
Its eyes wide-open, it drinks
and as always by still water
the calf is met by another calf
from beneath the water.
And their eyes and their muzzles
drink out of the same hand.
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