Poetry

#NaPoWriMo Day 22

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rivulets run in mazes across
the surface of the riverbank sand
air bubbles form, popping and sucking
two beady eyes, like red LEDs
peering

a guttural croak from mouth unseen
the insect legs rubbing together
a ripple and flash of scales beneath
there’s more than eels in the lake says my
my dad

the current steers our wooden kayak
not fast, not straight, but slow and winding,
the weight of us rocks the timber boat,
disturbing a fairy-wren into
the sky

detergent floats as an oily foam
an upended glass bottle of beer
bobbing beside us, torn plastic bags,
drink cans and packets and plastic rings
our tears

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