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Water Lily

Her life is water.
The lake’s mirror shows her off well,
Where she’s escaped the world
To watch the traffic of water striders.
I see her envy the ephemeral,
A speck of flame that floats on water
(Before simply disappearing).

She’s been waiting an eternity
To be that fleeting,
A reflection broken
By kayak oars.
Her journey toward self a Friedrich painting,
A constant shift from one phase to the next.

Stagnant water will invite disease,
So she breaks its surface
Again and again,
A ship that will drift forever into the horizon,
Swallowed by God.
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©2005 Melissa Guillet

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