Walked right into the lake
Of the puddle and stood in the middle
Of it drinking in I suppose or caressing
His image in the water
After his ablutions
Every hair in place
As he puts off shaving
For another day
The long beard of his shadow
Tethered to the shore
So still he remembers my feeling
Of floating alone in the sea
At three in the afternoon
An empty beach nearby
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