THE SECRET POND

She crept
through moss and lichen-laden branches
toward the pond.

Beams of light, spotlights,
focused on the milky pool.
Translucent, turquoise-white.

Reflections. Shadows. Tender purple blossoms.
She thought perhaps there might be fairies, elfin folk.
But no.
She knew
THIS
was enough.

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