lie on belly
sprawl on quickening sands
prop chin on flat hands
sneak-peek over living show
blissfully watch the flow
In submerged depths
above sunken yellow leaf
finger-sized fingerling
seemingly still
faces upstream
from beneath dead tree
white gnat floats
fish breaks between
with speed unseen
gnat internal
time floats by
vortices appear disappear
here and over there
as dense molecular swirls
cast bottom shadows spinning round
it's all a cycle
you see
or
you
don't
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