rough edges of river banks
before my eyes, gauges
once a fiery push passed
shaking loose rocks; mud
withstand all but bruises
sign of resistance to might
water is low now as grass
gently flowing in semi-arc
where dragon flies dips
lay their eggs on stalks
fries swim chasing shadows
filling their mouth as they go
(050711)
Manonton Dalan
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