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dirty old swamp
transformed
to a mirror
i ran little in you once
long before the rain
came
dark green river grass
flower filled stamens
and tangled paperbarks.
now sunset
fragments
sparkling
stagnant water
decaying
long rotting log
lumpy water
i found my bridge and reached it
will you?
© 2015 Melinda Irvine
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