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maybe there's a pond
a lake or a creek
where myself so fond
could find you my sweet

I'd ask so gently
not to scare you away
how are you silly
have your fins become clay?

for Jackie

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saw a golden bow
it fell off the back
of some mythical joe
hunting common quacks

but its shine silently sang
an old familiar tune
it was your now gone hair
its brilliant glow as a plume

so now I wonder if some day
I'll find one or two golden strands
of your mermaid fur astray
where my humble hatch stands

what soils are you gracing
with that golden dust
is it just that regular pacing
or are you swimming like you must?

for Caitlin