the bulrush and the willow waltzing, balmy breezes humming
secrets through the thirsty reeds and tugging urgently
at a spider's web
the beetle makes a failed attempt to scale
a craggy precipice of fallen tree bark, birdsong trilling
and faltering and skimming the distant treetops
and the gray silk of the lake rolling dreamily against the bank
in an unending effort to rest its head
on the sun baked rocks,
and sleep
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