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A retired businessman, escaped

from his scheduled life,

trolls in yellow waders through

the braille letters the pond writes

for a country of clouds,

a message he cannot read.

A spinster—silk tulip

in her straw hat—sighs

for the lovers she never had,

and tosses a stone into the pond.

Do the circles call to her,

or does she call to them?

Convent hymns fill the pond

with prayers and petitions

as a novice in her late twenties

looks into it as in a mirror.

A fish ripples her images—

a confirmation she is losing

her pride or a warning

about taking final vows?

A flock of mallards passes overhead.

Perhaps the pond weeps as they pass;

or are they trapped in the long silence

that quiets them over the horizon?