Vessel

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She darts, A silver carp, A breathless heart, A poem’s start.

I chase to catch a glimpse, But she is gone.

Solemn I sit, a wordless pen, And search again, It’s nearly dawn.

A rustling leaf, A snapping twig, She reappears, A dashing fawn.

A mad pursuit, With pen in hand, A root, A tree, A lake, A man, I pause -

The water speaks the only truth I shall believe.

She looks me in the eye to say.

Only in drowning shall I find Eve.

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