Bringing home

Bringing home was what I had thought
Instantly of a just opened sky of birds
Froze in v-formations ,on the east side
Buildings, where girl is walking jauntily.

Sun water I shall mix with trees and girl
And bird in the swamp pecking at plastic
Bag flying in water hyacinth stuck to it
Helplessly from actually flying away to
Other hyacinthed waters of lazing ducks.

I thought of the stray dog wagging tail
On the edge of the lake, at the rising sun
But could not possibly take his tail home.
Pockets were too full with other things.


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