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Monday, April 14, 2008

Not sure about the last line...will have to revist this one in may...

Curious ripples distort mirrored images
of forest walls and ceiling sky,
while chilled shadows
slowly rise to the surface,

Refreshed eyes
look longingly to the east
willing the sun to spring
from the ochre tinged horizon,

A mothers loving touch
pushed away in exchange
for a glistening mirror of intrigue
and one more day on its otter gaurded banks.

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