Carp

Mud hens on this lake.
Carp roll over above
the flat, blue plane,
eating sky bugs.

I examine a morning bowl of cereal.
The sky bugs are here too.

Bananas and berries
and tiny grains of
chia and wheat–
they can hide here.
I have no carp in my bowl.

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