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silica

Nature looks at herself
In the mirror
In the sky and the gloss of the lake
In the moonbeams,
In the glass of butterfly wings,
And shiny honey in hives
And the glint of silver in gull feathers
Why do we hate Narcissus?
I do not recall him ever hurting anyone
As he pored over his reflection
Does the light not look back?
Elusive, the gazelle matches our movement
Never taking her eyes off ours
What love? Could compare to the scintillation
Of spider�s gossamer
And dew in the early morning
A visual cacophony of quiet dancing rays
As they awake and stretch and rise
Another day in another million years