We walked by the waving reeds along the river bank
His sigh both putrid and fragrant
A hissing duck and her ducklings so darling
This fine day in November
My shoulders shine against the midday sun
Warm and brown as an hen's egg in hay
Liquid ambers boasting with green so green, so green
And the water dragon high on frozen toes remains
While our shadows grow along the Morning Glory
Drowning hills
And I am reminded of nature's power
Kept at bay
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