Pond Scum


And in the pink of you
I saw myself in green.
And from the white of warm
I tore myself in green.

And in the mirror’s depth,
my tiny tiny self.
Wouldn’t it feel great to look upon
The rows, the rows,
the Rose?
But in the mirror’s depth
I saw only myself in green.

And on the pond of still
I saw myself in green.
When will I ever learn?
I slicked myself in green.

And on the water’s skin
my sickly slimy self.
Wouldn’t it feel great to skate upon
the skin, the skin,
the scene?
But in the water’s depths
I’ve drowned myself in green.

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