In dreams I swim
through crowded pools.
I am infinitely malleable
and invisible; transparent
as this light, falling
on the paving stones.
A scarred and scrawny
squirrel scolds me
from the lilac tree. Why?
What have I done, or left
undone, that has offended
you? The feeder is full, water
pours from the fountain.
Solomon's seal curves
gently in the shade.
My life is an empty gourd.
What more must I do?
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