The water draft,

lotuses on blotches of water

coins in water, water on water 

water about water, at the bottom

are coins to get to the bottom of

pastel sound, words written about water

circular words circular words

dashboard figures in lotus position

patron saints, consorts, goddesses

on the surface of pink    of green

music, reggae and gospel  hip-hop

canals of classical and Latin jazz

though in a water garden, H2O music

tuning forks of lotus roots dangle

into a pond of piano, to rooms of silt,

the rooms at bottom toss up silt

watery Times New Roman font

it starts to rain, rain drops on the surface

circular sentences circular sentences

the pink pianissimo starts up

the green largo, the pond of sound

with “brief brush strokes like commas”

notes across water    like black lily pads

dis- and un- in a water garden,

dissonances against the harmony

x x x x x x x x x x x

where the lotuses knocked out

the water lilies

words circular words circular

water about written words, sound pastel

water about water, water on water

water of blotches as sound reverses,

passing under the white footbridge

moves to the left, moves to the left,

before banks of irises, before endowed benches

for Monet’s beloved Camille, for Satie’s girlfriend Suzanne

Valadon, and the lotuses who notarize

Death Certificates, Marriage Certificates,

in mobiles of notes recognize the sound as

Gymnopédies and change color like mood rings

In reverse sound, a bright story is told

differently, the notes of happiness put in reverse

walk backwards, across the water

and a non-indigenous emotional species grows on the surface

of sluggish channels of long ā and short ŏ,

millefiori of past and present

I prefer hand-tinted poems

Would you care to have this pond

immediately silk-screened

onto your chest

replacing the Rainbow Brite

Murky Dismal T-Shirt

you’re currently wearing

above rows of friendship pins?