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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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