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
gasping
or dead
afloat on their sides
at the waters edge

but
there’s nothing

they seem to have
evaporated
along with the healthy colour
of mud


© Frank Prem, 2006

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