Along the lake's edge, pale reeds lie broken.
Ducks disturb the surface: they spell
their message with a single letter,
forever vanishing, forever reappearing.
Red-winged blackbirds cluster overhead:
one giant wing glides through deep sky.
Two children patiently fish in Mud Lake.
Then we embrace before hurrying on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Some fleeting scenes are made immortal! Enjoyed the simple elegance of this poem!