At. Blackwater Pond the tossed waters have settled
 
after a night of rain.
 
I dip my cupped hands. I drink
 
a long time. It tastes
 
like stone, leaves, fire. It falls cold
 
into my body, waking the bones. I hear them
 
deep inside me, whispering
 
oh what is that beautiful thing
that just happened?

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