Bouncing off your reflection
You become smudged
As the ripples change direction
In the face of what only appeared to be.
Drifting away in pieces
Transparency allows tainted vision
to find the bottom
Where I plant my feet.
I wait for the wind to shift currents
Moving the earth beneath me
Thus allowing your face, once again
To meet with my eyes
But this time
I won’t be surprised.
©2009 Danielle Pierre
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