Murky Pond
By day
Its beauty recedes
Behind an over-exposed tourist photograph
The brush extending to the water's edge
Tall yellowed grass
Tangled vines and branches creating
Thick shadows and flat bleached stains
Celadon algae-covered surface
Like a hotel lobby Monet
Or the underside of an ivy leaf
Dried and pressed in an old unused dictionary
Sun pressing down
Infinitely still
But at night
It unfolds
Its skin shining
And its subterraneous layers
Gently shifting
In smooth, silent,
Unfathomable cycles.
The whole of it
Hides
Between twisting black spaces
Through silky sproutings
That shush with the faint breeze
And within its pores:
Opaque green corpuscles
Like little floating watermelons
That both enhance and absorb
The quiet moonlight
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