Facets of this river are boxed away
and rarely seen but as humdrum imagery.
It is decoration that is wanted,
released as what is seen as cool;
and so one stands near the fountain, to stare
over a field of pools, in profusion,
quietly wondering why it has been set here,
pleased nevertheless for certain calm.
Yet, now look closer and regard them well:
watch how lines are drawn momentarily
by and into water itself, a mode of dance,
constructing space and edges within it,
without ever stacking what it collects
to distort or divert the visible meaning.
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