Pondlight

by Patrick Raneses





I never thought of a pond

as a piece of art

until my father tried

turning a flowerpot into one,

settling small koi in its basin.

The fish circled the lilies

like the seven angels

scored the sky

to inscribe the sun.

The lilies and a fish

turned-up belly drifted

and the sun skipped

light into my eye,

flares of green and pink

blotting my vision.





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