The estuary

A boat’s sputter makes a dolphin
Leap out of sea for a new breath

The sea opens mouth in distance
Emptying lake on island villages.

Lake villages sit in far off shores
Like monsoon moss on old walls.

The have protective red goddesses
On low hills, overlooking a blue sky.

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