She is like a fish painted dark,
swimming amid a calm concern,
her eyes on the sea, and nearby,
her tail resting in warm waters.
She looks for the colorful chorals
clouded by time and dirt, wakeful,
her eyes fashioning dreams that are
netted of mystery and doubt.
Unwilling to always wonder,
she will swim forth blindly, content.
3.30.2009
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