by
Nancy L. Dorner
Look!
See that elusive shadow
undulating
With the water’s waving
motion.
Close beside the weedy bank.
Is it a fish?
Or only denser weeds
that sway and cause
a deeper shadow-play
I may perceive as hiding
fish or …
or what?
What dark dream detected
spectre
lurks between the
slimy, slippery green
of water weed and sliding
stream?
It seems strangely
menacing,
that dark, dream-thing
quietly waiting there.
Silently writhing.
