In the water

In the sway of leaves
In the ant that hollows out
A footprint
In the lonely balcony that waits for shade
In the ripples, in the ripples of sound
Through and through
In the sailboat named “Passion”
With no owner
In the green corporal muse
Of the low tide
In the wooden pause
Of trapping tragedies
Chained by the river bank
There, where the flat bird sings
In the knotted throats
In the piano sky
Light and dark and God and me.
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