ten darting tadpoles — sharp-tailed jelly beans.
eight frilly light green strands of water weed
that rise out murk and lean upon a slosh.
six silver minnows, eyes that bulge like lost
scared children darting ‘neath the willow tree.
four sliding geodesic domes who flee
two hands, fingers spread wide, squishing cool soft
and slippery pond water, through which wafts
one canoe with me and you
isn’t it grand?