Demoiselles
— Hoe Mill

 

Is that a moorhen or a coot ?
   — I should know -
the sound has spent
a life­time in my ears
when sum­mer trees
are res­o­nant with doves
and lily pads and lilies trap the sun.

The clouds between the leaves
are build­ing up or build­ing down
to rip­ple in reflections
as I per­ceive my image
from the bridge in dou­ble deeps.

These demoi­selles
— so del­i­cate­ly winged -
are skim­ming their metallics
on the sheen of green­ing water
   and I am hinged
with summer’s open door
to let them in like angels in the mind.

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