escape from fishing

February 4, 2010
With flicking quick spade tails
Stream by, wary

As the ground and the heat hum
My feet dance with the stream
While the rest of me lies stretched
On the tree that dips
Thrillingly close to its rippled reflection

Too at ease to play
With anything but light darting through
And glowing around my fingers
With the breeze teasing my skin and hair
That everything inhales

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