Feathers of Avarice

Floating gently on rippling
lagoon currents your head
above the water
flashing green and black
you hide
your pumping feet
and dive below
for an unknown survival

I gave you a call
left a voicemail filled
with love in steady
tones and speech disfluency
sunlight rippling eyes and wind
in the feathers of avarice

Where did you go?
just below the surface
always
working to remain above
the noise above the flowing
inconsistent turmoil

I wait for your return
knowing movement
rests beneath stillness

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