The “Take”

A silent breath beneath deep aqua blue
Will rise without a wake.
At surface, death bequeaths its pearly dew,
Languid, lucid, opaque.

Most buoyant ethnic wreath of marabou
Not taken for a fake,
Has lost its ethno-sheath and bid adieu,
Transforms itself, Green Drake.

Convey by tradition and split bamboo
And tossed upon this lake.
One mortal edition of “Peek-A-Boo”
Too late, alas, the “take”.

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By Paul Robilotti