Mother and son

A sixth-century brush raised These impossible straight-sided mountains Out of a gray sea wash. A sampan heels In the surf. Mother and son Walk the sand Through a mist laid down By the absence of ink. The few delicate words Could be dune grass In a shifting wind.

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