Unlit Pasture

Your flat feet beneath the water,

flickered like goldfish, patiently living.

I felt it, the ice in the water

that was a burning sun on the tips of your toes.

The goldfish wish you were not a stranger;

prepare to leave them alone.

Not a bit of discomfort to you

as you pull on wool socks and

forget your shoes under the sandy earth.

Right here, at the littoral zone –

you walk away, unhearing

the sonorous sound

the fish make as the sun

retracts its treasure.sun_ray_on_water

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