fresh from shower
you bend over
a willow seeking out the sun
with a graceful arc of trunk
long hair hung low
like netted branches dipped to water’s flow
and there, in fork of limb,
that dark bit, that damp moss
such beauty should be contemplative
but i am also nature
i am animal
and must i stalk
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