Seabird sleepy summer songs echoes in misty Tenjiku valley
Indifferent iguanas shiver and yawn as fountain water chases the skies
Koi of orange, yellow apathy glide past red boxing mitts
Mitts bobbing on rippled water to a somber seabird song.
Nature beckons not the happy but the bruised and tired ones
Boxer drawn through reluctant rings
Dripping mitts from liniment hands
Questions the purpose of the fight.
Incongruous, pugnacious floating mitts
Abhorrent to nature without and within
Evoked a maelstrom in mind and soul
Cherry blossoms blood red rage revealed.
And in one mortal gasp,
Hydrella tendrils ensnares hapless mitts
Pulling them to the murky depths
Sad- even handed order is restored.
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