Conducting Ripples

A gentle dragging cools the veins.

Flexed feet carving the glassy surface;

Eddying grainy dunes rise and fall beneath toes.

Play of light on dazzling water.

No beach here-

The wide river bed channels clear waters

Skimmed over by cobalt damsel flies,

Reflected charcoal crow-wings flash past,

Gone before upward glances seek them.

Downward, always the water-uttered breathing.

 

© Tom Tide 2016

 

 

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