We watch the earnest braiding of the water
just before the stream takes its meander
back and forth amid the clumps of grass
before it dips and swoops down the drop
singing as it curls
This stream and these blackbirds
sing duets together,
each honing their skill
in the other's purity
With our bare feet we feel
we take it in, too -
cold rippling enlivening clarity.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 30, 2020
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