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Wet Socks


I am falling in love with water

Again; my childhood sweetheart

Full of wet kisses, beckoning me back

With riffles and ripples and rapids

 

Her shape enchants me; in tides and tempests

Her voice whispers mysteries

Metaphors as she manifests

In reflections, refractions, erosions

 

Always in motion, she cycles

From clouded sky to land to sea

Calling to me

From currents, creeks, cascades

 

She is love and life

Infinity in a mote of mist

Ever sustaining, transforming

In ablutions, solutions, and ice




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