There it was, running under tall
shady coolness of giant redwoods
a rushing swirl of spring waters
I can't even name that emotion
except that I remember vividly
a certain honesty about the skin
raw, defenseless, delicate, strong
but why? what do I now grieve?
loss of depth, wondrous conviction?
death of a certain era? Continuity?
Funny, how time changes everything!
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