Resting, awaiting its judgment day.
Its essence gurgles as a light breeze
thrills it across the water;
It jumps in surprise when a fish
nips at it from below.
It doesn't know where it came from,
but it's happy.
In the sun, it almost glimmers
--almost beautiful
In the shade, it's barely there
--almost belongs.
Ingrained in the film,
there's a moment
Entranced by the film,
I am there.
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