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dapples
dapples
The lake surfaces between mammoth relics.
The valley once was a basin for towering daisies
and the pinebound roots of a descending sky.
Wind-stirred dapples nourish parted mouths of minnows,
the small surges drift them along like argent mists,
larger undulations replenish
the crimson gills of the trout with a soundless rapture.
The sunlight is dense with the minute remains
of long lifted recollections—
they are a saline trace on the palate.
Along the shoreline,
pebbles gather into the semblance of vast,
unsettled leviathans,
creatures that once paced across these waters
and now lightly respire
through a thread of perpetual breath.
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