The wake of light

As though birds chose water - not air - to fly in, the breasts of boats are surging against the current: their wings whitening the river, their tails streaming, elongating, staying beyond the passage, as though thought had body beyond its transit, had power to leave a V-ing image, an echo beyond the resonant moment, as when a vision survives the time it takes to shape flight: enduring.

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