pond metaphor:

in languid afternoons,

amoebalike,                                 we floated formless

magnified
by humidity
                                            lazily different
                                                                  every
                                                                            day

holiday incarnations: 

                                                  two June peaches in a green bowl

                                                  two pale crescents, afternoon moons
                                                            reflected in the water   

                                                  two cast-off wedding gowns laced with
                                                  pond                                              scum

                                                  two little pearls in a jade cradle

until:
each sun burned the pond down
and we found                                silver      walks       home
through the night.

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