Water melts sugar. Sunlight
in February melts the dull fog
in 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.