Flotilla


Rain returns me to lakes I dreamt I lay in.

The small drops that imitate me,

landing as a zero spreading.

to the shore where grows no more.

I know I’m not floating,

murky green silk lay tight.

The small drops are more.

Break the tranquility.

Controlling a scene,

the power in me to break.

what nature is surrounding me,

conveying the un-pocketable.

Too my eye it won’t break.

In shadow brings depth.

Ripples return from the edge

Still…

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