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This poem is taken from PN Review 74, Volume 16 Number 6, July - August 1990.

Two Poems Ruth Fainlight

A foam crimped wave clear and silent
as a sheet of glass slid across
the shingle that wets your feet before
you notice then dulls and vanishes

or a sigh of wind under the door
that lifts the carpet's corner a single
moment and lets it settle as if
nothing happened though you know it did.
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