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73 Koi The smallest are pond bred, slip stitches of the bright selves they’re turning into. The larger ones quicken the hour, shimmering along the deepest channel and settling for constant change.Today the pickerelweed blooms three more purple spikes, the lizard’s tail leans farther from its pot. The fish with black-tipped fins and two white streaks on its head swims straight down the middle, then without pause, turns from the cool pleats of the waterfall and swims back, as if to unravel a mistake.The others thread in and out of rushes and spatterdock, near the dragonfly that scissors on the iris above.They know the shady spots and the one that brings a late-afternoon shower of food, as in the pearled light they gather and rise above trees and sky to knot the day’s loose ends. ...

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