IT WILL BE

Before I leave for the beach

to swim, I translated a poem from

the lively monk that they so

cherish; loss and love and hope.

I can't think, on this summer

noon, a better gift, except

perhaps a water lily swaying

on the dark water glittering,

a poem in itself. 

If the image promised will go

untaken, the phone or I on

the soft bottom mud from

which the water lilies go up

for light, it will be.

08.08.2024

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