...I see her there,
Swollen from the foreign heat,
She beads-up sweat, and cools the Earth before her,
She leaves her foot-prints in the sands
of time...there is no time.
She waits, and is noticed, in the frolic of her dismissal,
but I see,
I see her,
I know her,
every inch, every, curve and latice, ... my hand beacons,
the water ripples
...