the oil in the water is lovely
on this sun filled day,
a greased pool of colors.
an amoeba of a rainbow,
caught in the swells of lake.
a discharge perhaps from a boat
passing by, or a can
of ten w thirty tossed in,
to float like a gold lily pad
on its side. the fish are less
amused, you assume. floating below,
unable, without arms or legs
to pull themselves to shore,
evolution, unlike us,
having left them far behind.
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