duende agua

water and light pulsed upward
as she danced, drenched and uncaring
through the rainbow’d spray.

water: fluid.
movement: fluid.
passing through it like raindrops
falling, falling to earth
in clean arcs from frigid skies.

she emerges, changed and unchanged –
water of the body
water of the earth
water of the air
all present, where she stands
smiling and cold

In the old teutonic tales
they call her lorelei.
today she wears a different name,
and i have seen
the elemental spirit of water

January 23, 2011, Los Angeles
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