• Vol. 07
  • Chapter 04
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Light on Water

She notes her reflection –
How it mimics the movements

And stands, blurry and wavering,

Living beneath the
Slate and orangey stones.

Did she ever want to leave?

To stop standing, watching –
The forever witness of above.

I imagine peeling back
The first layer of water

And watching the light sink freely
Into the new surface, her

Reflection lost, or maybe

Just transformed.