And I felt the splashing looking and reading Mary Buchinger´s poem:
and today Proust paints distance by Mary Buchinger
glass jars—
the village children
lower them
into the Vivonne for minnows
crystal containers of flowing crystal
insoluble glass impalpable water
the fish flashing,
caught and carried for bait
come, time, come
bite,
that child-once-was
that splash in a jar
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