the moon smiles high up in the sky, the only source of light along this dark estuary.

reflections of itself dance in the waves like broken mirror fragments below,

as a patchy mist creeps along quietly.

the crickets sing their lonely song as the boats bob up and down at dock.

in the murky shoreline, the tadpoles roam about their stagnant lives.

lights of a distant city, a civilization in space, sparkle hello

as the wafting smell of fire grows fainter and fainter from her.

Samara Gomez