in a heavy haze of heat.
The rocky bottom of the
quiet water sharply
greets my tender feet.
Looming suddenly above the trees
a colorful, joyful bloom:
The soft sh-sh-sh of its burner
breaking the mysterious hush
as it glides; a majestic balloon.
Written at 7:30 a.m. at the campground, when I went down in the haze to have a quiet swim by myself.
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