On the jetty
the blades of the waves hold gold
The reeds and the weeds fold wild
Into the water the red wine tincture
making the lake floor unseeable
and the Long slithering things that live
Just below those golden blades
Water's sensual rejoice toward the sky
The gray worn slats of the jetty
jutting out awkwardly into the spill
The wind skipping and pushing the small waves
The surface beautifully wrinkled
The breeze drenched as it crosses the lake
No feet or weight to make it sink
just rolling and capturing and brushing
Cooling the cheek of the onlooker
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