Rippling waves mount no higher than a threads width.
Trees move like ghosts but remain constant.
The blue sky looks brown and grey,
strange film bubbles gather on the surface,
they move on their own as though they breathe
through the water too, like the strange black fish
darting under the water, just within sight.
Their fins look like wings,
but they are too small to be adequate for flight.
But the thing you see most in this glassy scenery are leaves,
logs and bags, with random candy bars
protruding from their mouths.
This surface drives the rest of nature away.
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