Ambient

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Hold a conch to your ear, you hear the sea.

Hold a glass, you hear wind on the sand.

Cup your hand, and soft—with both hands, stronger—

the wind that blew your parents to each other,

then apart. And if one hand is yours

and one your lover’s, you hear the sweat eroding

gullies down the gravel road with a fence

along one side. Post after post after post

hold galvanized wires, some with bindweed blooms

in a wet summer.