In secret standing at
the reservoir’s edge,
cold told by a greenly
blue. Maybe you shiver,
self distract with the egret’s
ready neck, trout rising
like small academics,
oblong rocks, thoughts
of money … till you clock
desire in them all and
end up right back asking.
Is this really what I wanted?
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