lagoon #14

the sky has reached down
grey laden
to surround me
and the leelu dog

the taste
is rancid ash

today the fires are burning
somewhere else
not close
but the effect
is a sensation of nearness

a visceral impact

the water
in my personal lagoon
looks thin
and it is still

no fish splashing
no water-boatmen making ripples
no heron
or duck

even the breeze
has abandoned it

we are all oppressed
by the knowledge
of fire


© Frank Prem, 2006

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