among cattails

following the one-legged bard
to the river’s edge
sampling aged cheese
and floating spores
my wine soaked girdle
tipping new delicacies
for lily-pad dwellers
from the east

never did the moon speak
so clearly as that day
ironically quoting math facts
to guppies and minnows

resting on the mossy bank
licking the green away
reading stories
in pussy willows
my bare skin heaving
with breath lost
taken by the sun and mood
meeting in the clear sky

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