Rare keel
In passage glide
Through watered mirrors
Of marsh reeds standing.
The lily pads
And low hung webs
Take heed to dance
On rippled floor,
Both now in sway
And dropping spill,
The spider in a spin.
Water striders
Slide the wake
Excited for the chance.
And deeper down
In mired peat
The bodies roll their eyes.
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