The harsh-sunned pool laid flat still
Mirror to the willows’ feathered limbs
A float-glass plate decorated with green
Fronds and strands held still beneath
No flow, no breath
I lean on the stone parapet
See my silhouette’s sharp outline
I am about to leave this scene
When a metallic flash, a flip, a soft splash
The surface cut from below by a butterfly kiss
Yes, she’s there, but not for long
But she’s there
I smile to myself and wander happily on
~
CLP 10/08/2020
