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Breath Upon the Water
The fog lies low on the lake like a sleeping sheet,
and nothing stirs but the thin breath of morning.
Two ducks drift out from the reeds,
their wakes unfurling in silver lines.
The water holds its breath,
a mirror too still to remember the wind.
Each ripple leaves the surface
and hangs for a moment in the hush.
No sound but the soft press of webbed feet,
no voice but the quiet beat of wings
folded against the gray.
Then the ducks slip past,
and the lake lets out its breath,
closing gently behind them
like a door swinging shut on a dream.
Where the Shore Dissolves
Two ducks drift out on the still gray lake,
where fog has swallowed the reeds and the shore,
and the water holds its breath, asleep and awake,
like a mirror that forgot what it was for.
She leads with a ripple, soft as a thought,
he follows, a whisper of wake at her tail,
and the world has been folded, nothing bought,
nothing claimed, only the hush of a veil.
No bank, no horizon, no edge to be found,
just the pale breath of morning, the lake's wide embrace,
and the two of them gliding on silver ground,
that is not ground at all, but a dream of space.
They do not need the land to know where they belong;
the fog is their country, the water their song.
Two Ducks in the Fog
Fog has drawn a curtain over the lake,
and the far bank has slipped away.
No shore, no reeds, no tree to mark
where the water ends and the world begins.
Just two ducks, drifting side by side,
their wakes unfurling soft and slow,
as if the lake were the whole of things
and they the only lines left to write.
A ripple rings out, then stills again,
and the silence folds around their backs.
What was there before the mist
may be there still, though hidden now.
Two small shapes, paired against the gray,
keeping company in the lingering white.
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