Friday, June 7, 2013

Tropics

Mist falling from moss-covered cliffs
Into a pool of turquoise etched in sunrays
Like so much liquid marble, but transparent.
The trees keep the falls separated
Like so many wedding veils dancing in bliss
Creating a haze over the rocky basin.
I absorb the sun filtered through trees.
I absorb the brightness of the charged water.
I lean back across a rock and evaporate
Into the warm, moist air, rising into the sky.

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