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Her Guide by Jamie Jansen

Her Guide

by Jamie Jansen

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A glint of steely starlight

The thrust of falling hail on ice

Shattering into a thousand tiny echoes

On the River of January

Mist rolls and breaks

Atoms, splinters of the earthbound sea

Reaching down in tendrils to its reflection

On the River of January

A lonely figure stands on the bank

Staring at her reflection

Pockmarked from hail on the water

Stained by the shadows of starlight

Chocked by the mists

Written on the River of January

All at once the figure is crossing;

Crossing the deep River of Winter

The mists slowly recede

The punch of hail on ice weakens

The steel gaze of fate flickers

And dies

For our traveler is over, and no longer at their mercy

And in the River of January

Just where it fades into the warm blue sky

The wayfaring stranger sees a smooth and lovely reflection

Of herself

And her Guide

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