The Supper After the Last by Galway Kinnell
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The desert moves out on half the horizon
Rimming the illusory water which,among islands,
Bears up the sky.The sea scumbles in
From its own inviolate border under the sky.
A dragon-fly floating on six legs on the sand
Lifts its green-yellow tail,declines its windgs
A little,flutters them a little, and lays
On dazzled sand the shadow of its wings.Near shore
A bather wades through his shadow in the water.
He tramples and kicks it;it recomposes.
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