Dancing lights
on the water edge
across the vast horizon
The lake is spread out
White cranes
on one leg stand
Multiple flakes of foamy dirt
Industrial waste emptied
The fishes must continue to swim
feed and fend
Save themselves
From the hawkish sight
Of the waiting birds
Golden, white and silvery
grey and fray
aimless
reflect the light
identically
Mankind busy
Industrious?
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