Gone Fishin’

painting lesson
the water nudged
the shore like a
puppy demanding attention
the waves snorted and lapped in
protest every time
a boat slashed by
the sun denied the sky
giving neon white highlights
to the miniature ripples of the wind.
If I stood on my head
the water was sky
and the sky was water.
The lake was a kennel of fish
unaware of my awareness.

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