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The Pool |
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I did not know it would be hidden beyond the fall you spoke of. I did not know the water would be there alone and dressed in the shimmer of the sweat of the forest’s resin. I did not know there would be a tree so eccentric that its branches were arms to dangle from and cradle our laughter. I did not know the golden dive would flash to silver to the amber quiet glide you would make of its entire length. I did not know the easy silence as the eye drew upon the page the long moment of an hour there. I did not know it would come to this:
the splintering of water, words, that ecstasy if made of. And I am glad you didn’t tell me. |