On the wild water

The lake bites, pre-historic,
Cold -
When clouds come 
Black ink spreads under my limbs.

I swim into wet green sun -
Less unknown,
And towards a lone white beak.

Here I hover, held by red eyes -

Electric on the wild water
Deciding 
On the natural 
In me.




LJ Ireton
2023

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