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By wistful Date: 2001 Nov 18 Comment on this Work [[2001.11.18.02.36.2423]] |
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It's so blue, this water. Standing at its edge, loosely wrapped in terrycloth, A little breeze chills me in my current place. It's warm enough on my toe. Gently swirling eddies mark its wake. A little puddle marks my toe's current place. It's looks so refreshing, this water. I long to be enveloped, slick and clean, in its crystalline depths. A little dip might rescue me from my current place. It's so boundless, this water. Immersed, I'll lose my sense of what is up and down, left and right. A little fear keeps me frozen in my current place. Don't rush me, I'm slow. Don't push me, I'll go. Don't worry, I know. Thinking doesn't make it so. Only in going will I grow. |