A shaft of Sun across
the dark waters of the evening lake
guiding a path to the pier
for the swimmer,
distant human sounds
evoking Wang Wei
as waves carry this year's brood
of water fowls
past you. Grebes, loons
or wigeons -
to eyes that faded like the setting
Sun, there's no separation
to species
more than the darkling waves
are separate from the lake
or the distant human voices
can be made into words.
08.08.2025
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