THE SKY COMES DOWN AT DAWN

The pond is glass this morning
taking the dawn sky
and laying it beneath me
so I can see its upside-downess
just beyond my toes.
A little circle resembling
a dropped pebble’s wake
intrudes this celestial reflection —
and then another — and another.
Some little fish, oblivious to my scene
start their routines
but make waves of such little stature
they hardly interupt the smoothness
that makes the sky come down.

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