on the bridge

Pollen from the rushes
Lies on the water
A layer of dust coating a mirror
o becomes O grows into expanding rings
Another o becomes O becomes expanding rings
Another, another, a pause
Another
slim shadows slip back from each splash
merge into the shade of riverbed reeds
and another
the river becomes a pianola roll
randomly punctured by kisses from fishes
a blackbird lays down a melody
across the humdrum drone
of Friday evening traffic

~

CLP 23/05/2025