My face not quite clear in the ripple
Splashed into eyes sting shock
Relief and refresh
A second only to wipe clean yesterday’s grit
Temptation to dip another toe
Mangy marsh fit only for the marvels in untouched habitat
Protected by human hands
Formed among painted signs
Boundaries begging to cross
My teeth emerge in a still
Gleaming in time
Trees dancing perfectly cloned
In the ripple of the quiet clear.
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