| I wasn’t sure if it was a stick, a smudge
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| I wasn’t sure if I was below, above
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| A trick of light and shadow
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| Sometimes it’s hard to know
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| Where did you come from?
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| From oil? |
| From ocean?
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| Was I not meant to notice?
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| Then you disappeared
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| Did I miss you? |
| Did I hit you?
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| Are you breathing? |
| Am I dreaming?
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| And then a shock — it moved
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| A twitch, a groove — did I give up too soon?
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| Egret or loon?
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| An eye reflecting my light
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| Where did you come from?
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| From oil? |
| From ocean?
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| Was I not meant to notice?
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| Then you disappeared
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| Did I miss you? |
| Did I hit you?
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| Are you breathing? |
| Am I dreaming?
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| Did I give up too soon?
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| Heron, egret, or loon?
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| Did I give up too soon? |