This blue marble

– and yet it spins

At the edge of the ocean

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At the edge of the ocean winter battles spring. Can you hear the clucking of open water against the underside of the ice? And like the Finnish poet Tynni, can you hear the hundreds of fish laughing in secret, underneath the melting cover?

(Lauttasaari, Helsinki, Finland; March 2013)

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