lagoon #25

the spoonbills
are elegantly white

out of place
amid the muddiness
of the shrinking water-hole

the red colour
has been dispersed
with the wind

perhaps it was
an algal bloom

I don’t know
but I note the way
it has assembled itself
in a kind of ring
around the perimeter

waiting a chance
to breed into the centre again

my flight of fancy
while watching the dazzling white birds
striding through the modest water
rising not quite as high
as feathers

their bills are busy

backward and forward
backward and forward

it goes on
regardless of heat
and algae

despite the dry

it goes on


© Frank Prem, 2006

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