At morning light,
moored water-skin wavers white
while beaded, billed web-paddlers cite
inspections.
In mirror-ripple mirrorings a
river-lilting transom sings
silver-silent murmuring
reflections.
Flower blossoms drop in sight
littering this river's flight
casting grey with shades of white
rejections.
Evening shadows by a boat
in blackness water-petals float,
birdsong glistens from some throat's
inflections.
Supple darkness full of night and
sweeping current, throws its might
below us seeking right
connections.
Rojan Zét
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