Twentieth Amanita Ode

In a wind

the lake's scissoring surface

and the Sun's vernal glare

the gulls cut to curls

in their turns.

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The lake's lurid blue

irises like crepe paper fringe.

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Dragonflies in dozens of squadrons over grasses

stained in June sun

strobing

through teleportation

the headwinds are chasing.