Water melts sugar. Sunlight

in February melts the dull fog

on the bald canal. We are

dissolved, standing on the bank

searching the dark water for gar.

They drift away.

Fog dulls the hearing. There —

is that dog barking ahead of us

or behind? No matter, we have

no need of dogs now, or fish.

We have everything.

You know, sugar is good in our coffee

and on berries when the summer comes.

And look — I think I see one

swimming in the swift, cold deep.

Kyle Kimberlin

3rd Draft, 8/9/03