The water was so clear

The clearest I’ve ever known

Not clear simply in color,

Or the lack thereof,

Not just free of sediment,

But the motion of the water was pure.

The lazy flow, the crystalline texture

Of looking through rippling glass

To count the numberless pebbles

And lose count of minutes and hours.


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