lagoon #27

it’s a difficult image
to get out of my head

I’ve avoided the writing
for days now

it remains

it is such a small pondage now

I’ve seen
from the depth of water
measured against a spoonbill leg
that it is shallow
all the way across

mere inches

but the fish
are an extraordinary sight

pools ripple
in a dozen or more places
signs of the cold creatures
in constant motion

on the banks
in only half-coverage of water
the big ones lie
swishing their bodies
and without point
from side to side
half their over-sized bodies
above the water

they are muddling in muck
and it is as confronting a sight
as I
have ever seen

© Frank Prem, 2006

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