i used to run beneath
chinese bamboo grooves
without being touch by
leaves, those slender
grass that occupied land
so pretty trapping moisture
from air feeding creeks
below where fishes swim
so gently against light
searing through thick leaves
no heron, no kingfisher to hunt
only my eyes chasing them to hide
those rocks or grass floating
a didn't catch them, just watch
let them enjoy and multiply
to be carried by flood on rainy
season but keep coming back
to entertain me on school breaks
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