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VII Pelting the final bag into the trunk Is this liberation? Am I emancipated? My dog is my companion I throw him in as well. I am in the front the pond, in the back. A sturdy barrier between us, one-sided nostalgia. VIII Birds chirping above Fish swimming below Ducks on the surface Yet the water It stands still. IX The liquid now frozen Wildlife gone. Clear, translucent ice, Emptiness. X Endlessly waiting Once the embodiment of life Now a body of utter stagnation.
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XI I visit as a stranger A brief flicker of remembrance But the flame Dies. XII I come again looking for solace Getting but not yet giving. XIII I gaze amorously into the water the same recognition presents itself despite my transformation my bun does not appear. Smiling, with a hint of relief, I stare until water slips uncontrollably down my face splashing into the blue-green. A familiar place, A familiar face.