The ripples from her feet
Greeting the earnest water
Are rounder than usual
More perfect than a nature circle
Yes it is possible, I’ve seen it
And the rocks soften for a second
Scale down to cushion the riverbed
But retain their rival swagger
Whenever I mimic
The leaves call the herons to roost
When she ponders them
Twenty feet below charmed by bows
By the boughs by the fallen trunks
I see and slither off like the leeches
That escort me out
One hand to God and the other to a wound
She followed what she percieved
As a truth to be discovered
But I had found this realm seasons ago
Sometimes revisited in drizzles
Others in droughts
Her skin would camouflage transluscent
And when the lightrays descended on her
It made me wonder if
The sun was playing favorites
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