The air fumbles around with day
blending lush of leaf with water
smearing palms within reflection
weaving color green with mellow
More than sun and shadow covering
dirt and lizard all a scurry
a face turns on and reflection cowers
hiding its fish beneath a ripple
The abrupt rocks soften
readying each sparkle in hand
until a stone becomes a diamond
dappled and perfect with belief
because that is what it takes
to make love
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