Stomata

A drop loses herself in the puddle,

The river's spirit is engulfed

Ushered downhill from high

To low altitudes all sentient sentiment settles as sediment

Inside the mouth

Of every leaf lies a vast valley. She is free

To drift

The distance between the veins.

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