Liberty Dam

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The water is still as glass, or a unconscious pond.
It does not need to move to be beautiful.
Its beauty is in the water itself, or the magic reflections
from the trees hanging over its banks, like intoxicated shadows.
The ice is melting on the surface. Stand on it now,
you'd merge with cold water. Beauty and danger; an ageless mixture.
We went walking there along the long path.
Tired, we gave up and came back,
still loving the juxtaposition;
man's handiwork next to God's.


© Lamont Palmer

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