/ Photo: Megan Rothman

Another battle burns beyond the glen.

I hear their grunting, shield-glare, & dying.

Pray they don’t set the forest to crackle.

Pray for just a little while longer, here

By the sleek pool. Loop us together,

The water’s surface & me, smooth, rippling

Only for my breath. This Elysium,

This liquid plane, silent in my silence,

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