the shadows weave in and out of light
steal twigs and leaves
have ripples as echoes of fish thoughts
the footprints of insects
given over to mundane contemplation of food
and shelter
understands the best way to avoid the rain
is to be water
accept each drop as a gift, swell
with pride, roar with stories
and carry the load
to all aspects of life
banks for security
contain their own ripples
stay still, move occasionally
paint offerings
glimpses into light
and movement
heard in the sad lament
rocks stuck within make
as water washes away dreams
takes all edges
and curbs them into a sameness
of direction.
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