The summer sky
barely pauses to consider
what might be going on
beneath it.
Everything seems to move,
there can be no stillness.
Once in the rarest
of whiles, the sky
and the river align,
and each is frozen
in a stasis that defies
understanding or categorization.
The stars realize this
and shine a moment longer.


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