On the Water

the breeze
sweeps the surface,
and ripples a buoyant man’s neck.

His hairs begin to bristle,
every current chills him gently.
The cyan clarity reflects only the sun.

Leaves of amber and fulvous
meld cohesive piles
sprinkled with slits from autumn rains.

Tree’s fallen branches
man’s stroking arms
limbs float over the foam

the gust
abrades the surface,
and stings a surprised man’s shoulders.

A clawing winter challenges,
A short tranquil autumn

The water churns

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