floating milk bottle for nets & traps
is unattractive sight on this channel
not far away few diving cormorants
they fly underwater looking for fish
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i'm awestruck with calmness
when shore start to recede
only tiny ripples on surface
i'm waiting for jumping fish
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i happened to talk to a gentleman
retired from government last month
he is taking his time without a plan
fishing the wharf at morning sunshine
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during our conversation black bird came
skinny as if not eaten for days with limp
as usual crowing to familiar tune, a sign
i must go somebody must be looking
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i noticed a faucet dripping on wharf
could be winter prevention from crack
it is warm now like my beating heart
i reach in to shut it off somebody should
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stealthily crawling with bow
so close to ground like glue
arm, ready to strike at the foe
from a lonesome rock, full view
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one night by the riverbanks
heard a thunder strike a tree
it didn't burn but broke a twig
saw a men clothe red and a wig
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puppy with curled tail between legs
noisy, ruggedly clothe, playful kids
blooming girls of the wilderness
giggling; came to see the lovely dress
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watching ripples beneath the moon
tired, lonely sitting alone
heard gentle steps; smell of perfume
i know you're coming very soon
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cold, soft slithering on my feet
leaves falling on my face; so net
cool breeze, green grass still wet
monarch on your hair, while you sleep
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