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Water Fire
This matchless, scintillating early Saturday morning, The wedge of lake just slightly to my eyes' left, That portion directly under the radiant sun, Is a dazzlingly faceted brilliant-cut marquise diamond Flickering with a million pinpricks from the day-star's flames.
My mind, blinded by the rippled skittering of the waves, Has begun imagining, with some faint trepidation, That, instead, this might be a grass fire on a glass prairie, Raging, fast, out of control, toward my cabin, Not to consume me, rather inspire the rest of my sojourn.
09/18/10 - (1)
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