Perspective

The ending of the day
The sun casts diamonds
On on lake ripples
Like the caress
Of your navel on mine

We toss stones
For the sound of it
As if there were
A way to rhyme
Our moments together

You nod East
Turning I see the wings
Flapping the cormorant
Into the West and the sun
Ignites your eyes

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