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Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Water Girl

I spend time wading
in hidden waters
I meet my gaze
to the forbidden sun
A lily does brush upon
My long fingers
In this green pond

I Sometimes call

to the Walkers above
to the waking Trees
and the red bird

In hidden waters

where home hides my face
I sometimes want
To be like them

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