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LAce Posted Monday, May 12th, 2003
Last Night in Tochigi
Anantha Sudhakar

Huddled next to a soba stand,
washing down soybeans with beer,
you sing to me of silence.

Pacific waves speak
in hushed voices, salting
the night with their spray.
We fall asleep this way-
quiet, sand in our hair.

5 AM; cars begin to skirt
the beach's edge, lining up
along the drive, surfboards
tied to their roofs.

We wake, glimpse the sun hovering
above a fisherman's bobbing boat.

It rises as if pulled by a string-red, ripe,
dripping a light whose skin we peel
and eat in slices.

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