Surface Tension
None better, this golden day
on the bank of Canoe Creek.
Late afternoon slides
into a long, thin dusk.
The air filled with insects.
A mayfly swoops too close
to the surface and squirms
to free itself.
And now I see
the water is carpeted
with the captured
and the weary.
They float.
They float
downstream.
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