Softly the waterfall of thoughts turns
to white noise, gurgling and flowing past me.
Slowly beneath the surface fish spot their prey
settling on the surface tension
PLOP
nothing left but waves
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Leaves drop one by one into the current
drifting lazily, then picking up speed,
never knowing when the tipping edge will come
to toss them, turn them asunder.
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From among the greens a peacock flutter,
dragonflies cloud my vision
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