vague

unformed and anonymous

urgently pinched in waves of finned dispersion

a distant face streaming slowly apart

in the slumping waves of a forgotten pond

a thin river

dry Ophelia, unsure where to fade

carrying bouqets neither real nor artificial

symbiotic petals

christening a sleeping sea with

clear blushes even you don't understand

dry as the brush you were painted with

still not knowing as your sharp cheeks strike the

canvas

my dry Ophelia