Innumerable

The opaque civility 
takes a big toll. The fledglings 
were dying in the duck pond. 
 

 
I want to steal the moon 
tonight for a ritual 
and bring it on my lake. 
 

 
A wet floor always 
mirrors the voices floating 
on the low roof of my rainbow.

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