Her face settles itself along the shore,
The woman's soft lines and hard rocks merging.
Wavelets wash around her hair.
She turns her pleasing lips away,
Lost from the moon and its straight reflection
Which, broken by the water's motion,
Mirrors the girl's own stammered mind.
And still a glint from out her eye...
©2016 Michael Fraley
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