Anyone's Language

This morning
the ice groaned,
breaking up
in the pre-spring sun.
Sounded like

blue whale
cries.

The last whisper

of winter
booming out
giving way to the trumpet of spring.

In one language.
The same language
so clear------
open water
the blue whale shouts
for open water.

A breath
at last,
in anyone's language.

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