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waterways
fishing on the deck I watch the colours die |
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bay shallows a starfish moves its fingers over mine |
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fishing harbour— one wooden post without a pelican |
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yuuyake-o atsumeshi wani-no me-ni oware |
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sunset gathered in its eyes watched by a croc |
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in the clear water only their shadows - jellyfish |
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still pools in the rocks – rounded stones in my pocket |
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picking up a jellyfish... my lifeline clear and deep |
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winter rain – the lake creeps under the fence |
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snapper run – his red cigarette tip bobbing on the bay |
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underwater observatory the groper's eye level with mine |
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the lake at sunset trembling with reflections of drowned trees |
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lapping water— shadows of mangroves push against the tide |
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billabong – a dragonfly darts pose to pose |
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red dawn the fisherman's hands gutting the mullet |
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