327 – Doppelgänger

Doppelgänger

a dark lake reaches
to the back steps
when the rains come

the linden shakes
itself free leaves
floating sunken

bright eyes under
clear skin our eyes
reflected there

almond amber
green eyes look
leaves lying

a heron come
to stand above
himself hunt

the waving grasses
our hands spread
stars or fish

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