76/365 - 78/365 || Three Water Tanka

Four days of silence.
No ideas merge on paper.
But tonight I dream
of a mountain in Japan.
I lean back and drink it in.

In a calm fountain.
Mosquito larvae hurtle
and plunge as small ghosts.
Pale incandescent bodies.
Translucent under water.

From outside, daylight
collects in a metal tub,
already filled with
unripe, greening rainwater
and the impatient autumn.


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