Poem #203 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.
Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction
as he watched
from the bank
a fish flew past
rainbow trout
by its markings
a bird swam by
it was heading
somewhere
wings wide
riding the current
in the reeds
unseen
a frog
ba-bonked the beat
and was answered
with a clear call
I am coming
but
although he heard
a nearby splash
he didn’t see
a thing
for he woke
stiff and cold
and uncovered
© Frank Prem 2018
Bachelard and me Poem #204: carnevale
Frank Prem Poetry 
That bird swimming by….here in Florida we are living by a small lake/large pond and there are anhinga ( cormorants?) that dive into the water and swim underwater. Then they come up and on land open their wings to dry off. Maybe the dreamer had a vision of an anhinga.
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Sounds close, Anne. I can’t quite recall the elements that drove this piece. Anhinga will do nicely for the bird.
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