Quiescence settles across
the inhuman patient face
of the shimmering lake
you calm the constant call
to talk or mingle when all
that’s needed now
is to claim and sense
in the marrow of the morrow
your promised fleeting
singlehood,
a lone egret stands adorned
like a white prince entranced
by morning’s water,
gazes through the quiet steam
of mist in a forest of ruddy
reeds so still they seem
to think.
Now, you turn and blink
towards the gleam
and glimmer
as the walking on the water
and the wonder beyond
all ponder begins its
long hot summer,
this sizzling liminal
simmer.
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