The silken water is weaving and weaving,
disappearing under the mist equally in all directions,
lifted and penetrated now and then
by one shag‘s dripping serpent-neck,
and somewhere the mist incorporates the pulse,
rapid but unurgent, of a motorboat.
Thank you @shortsarahrose for this delightful #aprilpoetryswap package! Im excited to use the crackers in our vegan charcuterie board tomorrow! I love the book! 😘