lagoon #18

you wondered
this morning
if the fish
might already be dead

there is little water left
no depth

and so very still

perhaps it heard you
for there was movement
out in the centre

a large breaking ripple
of confirmation

so far
it’s only an uncomfortable drought

not yet

© Frank Prem, 2006

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