Water-thrilled, sub-aqueous
I see karps lingering
at the edge of the river
gliding with fins slowly moving.
Some water birds are drifting by slowly
with the little ones following the adults
and it's almost picture perfect
but for the motorboat
that suddenly appears around the corner
passing at full speed
with a water skier
throwing up a spray of water
and the scene, its tranquillity is shattered
like a framed picture
that had fallen from the sideboard
where it had been standing
breaking in splintering glass
and the birds, the fish are gone
and even the water that was calm
now have rushing waves.
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