I rode gravity
on my bike, down to where life
proliferated
in a drainage ditch.
Waterbugs spotted pylons—
their black ovals like
tar cast to catch hold.
Amidst the algae, they were
obsidian, holes
in light. I couldn’t
count them even if I knew how.
I would have found them
moving, mounting the water
to elude my eyes.
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