The cormorant’s back
on the floating deck in the
cove. Soaking up late
summer sun after
a deep dive. I break into
song, whistling through mis-
sing teeth. Han Yu’s verse
about losing teeth in old
age quotes Zhuangzi on
joy’s relativity.
Whistling while you praise noble
things is a good thing.
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