Rose-petal teardrops collide
with rain-soaked ruminations
in a delicate square dance
Dim glare from nearby trees
and slight rippling ponds
help to spotlight it.
A horse pauses to drink from a mud-puddle.
There are hundreds of mud-puddles
He can choose from,
there was much rain
but not now.
A stray dog eyes the horse from a distance.
Everything
Seems to stand perfectly still,
then re-arranges itself.
Forest recedes into the background.
Clouds part revealing hazy evening sun.
Blackbirds fly haphazardly, in half-circles,
They know how to come down,
But when to come down, they know not.
Rain-soaked ruminations dance
with rose-petal teardrops
the ponds gaze at the mud-puddles
the horse has wandered off.
the dog muses, ponders, reflects.
the sun evades the clouds.
damp
upon damp overlapping
under
lap thing
(like a natural wake
or an ominous overture?)
Shimmery surface haze golden dewy telltale wash pool dry
ripple descend arise amend again again again
Not wanting it to ever begin,
Yet knowing I must turn for home,
I stand, perfectly still,
then re-arrange myself.
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