Friday, December 9, 2011

My Heart in the Presence

                   sometimes                  a fountain,
a flume jetting into the loud air,
struck through with scintillating light

and sometimes                              still water,
a silent spring welling up from deeps below
barely disturbing the surface of the dark pool

and sometimes                              a star.

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