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Dark Pond
A Night Piece
It was a night of unheard-of quiet
in some remote park,
where shadows of dark and leafy trees rested
on a calm pond.
The faint fragrance of the end of summer
pervaded the air.
No branch ever stirred, and the whole world
had ceased to exist.
What somber question was hovering there,
despite the night’s
serene exquisiteness, embracing my
being . . . everything?
In that vast silence, I was lying down at
last all alone . . .
Had there been one tone or bird call
to lure me away,
then I would not have put my head there
on the soft grass
when out of nothingness suddenly that strange black
shape came flitting past . . .
I would have found all the tranquillity
of a summer dream,
but . . . it would seem when I had reached
the brink of the pond
that something darker remained . . . untold . . .
© 1988 Freddy Niagara Fonseca
Design and copyright 2009 Freddy Niagara Fonseca
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