Knee Deep

The still waters of her soul rippled
with the rock of unpredictability
upon which she had built her life,
her past, frozen,
her future, melting
with the heat that was her present.

Waves like radio
emanate from her reflection,
silhouetted by the sun,
and she,
faceless as an Amish doll,
drinks from the still waters of her soul.

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