White Water
by David Allen

A visitor to the ocean's edge
the addict uses the sun
signals ships, reflecting
its light on her lenses. She
 
day dreams about short naps
and the eupnoea of the Pacific.
The source of her dreams,
a woman the Three Gorges Dam
relocated to Chongquing,
 
a city she plants small trees in.
At the wrong moment their
daughters give a boy a kiss,
the breath they know is pressure.

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