lagoon #24

it must have reached a point
called shallow

the dwindling pond
almost a puddle
has changed colour

it has gone from the greenish-brown
of a murky bottom
to rust red
right across the surface

we stood to watch
for a long time
but nothing seemed to move

just stray bubbles rising
something glugging
deep down
in the muck below

I keep expecting
to find fish
or dead
afloat on their sides
at the waters edge

there’s nothing

they seem to have
along with the healthy colour
of mud

© Frank Prem, 2006

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