the river goddess is back floating
letting her tresses tumble
down the cliff
in cascading waves
or maybe
a fairy is drying her blanket
finest gossamer,
shifting in the wind,
shimmering in the light.
What if
I just saw a rush of water, white,
plunging down the precipice,
catching a rainbow on its way,
againat green so rich-
surely, I see Heaven?
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