I hear you as
dancing bubbles on the stream,
bursting with intoxicating joy
as you prick off rocks,
sharing anecdotal split sprays
of foam and talk,
pulsing your rhythm's beat.
I stand, a blade of grass
on your reverse bank
wondering at our difference.
St. Lucia 2002
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