I drift close to shore watching
turtles frogs raccoons fox deer flowers
looking at the shallows and behind
weeds two eyes ears nose quickly I
am past and new weeds obscure the view.
I stand close to shore watching
leaves twigs foam logs boats
looking at the water as it moves
drifting silver water quickly it
is gone I strain to see what has passed.
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