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a swamphen
walks the pool fence 
you have to ask yourself 
it’s green 
(the fence, 
I mean) 
the hen is duck blue iridescent 
here and there, darker too 
and snow white arse end
beak of red and leg 
I’m searching for a reason 
for the highwire act 
don’t have a picture 
you’ll just have to take my word 
it’s nothing fearless 
but knows she’s watched 
(or he [I don’t know 
how to tell])
why up on this stage lit 
on the off chance? 
and with this this murky name 
to puzzle, s/he fumbles 
before the end of the poem
stumbles, not quite falls, so 
I see it’s just for the colour
to be in the moment like this  
 
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