Friday, October 24, 2025

The water is in flames*

 The water is in flames*


I walk on the path of this fine afternoon

Nowhere in particular to be there soon

I see a mother and a little girl with a pink balloon in her hand

Both come to the  pond's edge and there they stand

I look over the rails into the pond as well, I admire

What intrigues me most is the red carp, the water is on fire


Dom*Colucci 2011

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