Down a narrow
Track to water,
Winding under trees,
I like to think
Something happens
At the end -- a
Pool fringed
In reeds--
Something important
In a way we
Don't understand.
It emits a mist
That disappears
On land --
Indeed, miracle
Enough for me.
I love this because it reminds me of my earlier life when these kinds of things reigned. Not that they are not important now, but not so....
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