Jubilant mind,
Wondering soul,
Nil thought,
In spots of emotion,
Dot…dot…polka dots,
found on the backside of the bug called a lady.
gushing thoughts,
casting lines,
hooking thoughts and throwing them back.
Green ark.
Pads of green relished in a thin silver filmed lining of
wax.
Few pads curl from the heat, the body of water coated in
living entities of alga, green in its own rights a forest amongst the
pond. Soon sightly eyes begin to
appear staring back in yellows, oranges, and browns; frogs begin to hop as bugs
sing a humming tune.
A sight unforgettable, filled with natures smell, unsettled
earth ting, soft pungent smell that grows a ponderous lake pong. Soil here is unwalkable by us two but
common to nature.
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