We received a letter that read:
"Hello from the crater!"
We were taking shifts to care that
the ornaments in ice didn't melt, to
scatter jacks and pat our little hands
all around the feet of budding gourds. We held tight
the day-hitter over any patch of day,
with yellow knuckles. And the letter
went on: "I've just received a letter
from the smallest wave that totters on the shore like a foal.
It read: 'Hello from the little glass!
Hello from someone who knows how to sleep,
to eat and stool and make water,'" ...
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