Feet dipped slowly
into a cold mountain spring,
washed gently of the
aching accumulation of day.
The water: ancient
flows new from the rock
near freezing and
timid in the filtered light.
Drink of the sun
and carry the dust away.
Tender green shoots
await the gift borne
upon your silver neck.
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