A stone's throw dream
for days of down-payments
on starry field lakefront properties
and a little harbour
in the long journey of life.
The dew-dripped reeds
cast along grassy shores
Stood in place for a season
while clasping, grasping tendrils
-placid looking at the surface-
gathered strength from the mud-bed
I dare not dwell in.
Wisps here
gliding along
Thin, light condensation
and placid waters
See, that one looks like a dinosaur,
see it's head?
Yeah, I think I do.
I send out arcs with my hands,
cascading patterns along the cool surface
thinking
about the luxury
of isolation.
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