sitting in the middle
of this river
the water
glides over
my calves
as i see my
reflection
make her way down stream
changing shapes
and
colors
the refraction through
tree limbs, leaves
form and realities
the water
can tell the you
the truth
if you believe
in her
collecting rocks
from
the stream
to tell stories
to my
children
when i make my
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