(flower party)
Lively
flowerbed on the canal’s still blue,
the sun-specks,
vivid and frolicsome, flicker,
now sudden irises,
dressed in gold knickers,
now up-flipped arrowheads,
golden in hue:
they’re
conjured from sight, fast-darting and zipping
from top to ripple-top;
when they’re at play,
you once glimpse
them, snake-like, a twining ray,
glinting and greasy,
between two waves slipping.
A hostile, grey-bristling,
shuddering blot
bounds forward
with shadow-beak grimly squat
to disturb the
frenziedly sparkling floor:
dull-silver harebells
all bob there afloat,
a golden rain drifts
on blue-crystal moat;
and the
flowerbed dances, noiseless once more.
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