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Sport 40: 2012
Water Skaters
page 169
Water Skaters
The sky is liquid granite,
and you are startled when birds
emerge from the mass
and gliding in great arcs
trace their circles round you.
The flawlessness confounds you.
I am rooted to this river bank,
watching fishes as they leap,
blithely, from the water.
In an hour all will be dark.
Now I see the water skaters
staring into the ink-black depths.
They stand on the surface like microscopes,
motionless, in an hour they will be dead.