The canoe wings its way up stream, ...

The canoe wings its way up stream, a denomination of garfish scatter rotund lily-pads, streaking
silver pencils, scribbling nonsense; their gut-sacks translucent, alive with insect larvae, calligraphic ink.
blooming and difficult, wet feathers trailing, the jacana draws lines of cobweb by the and of sunlight
picking on the farther side spinning dragonflies; air bubbles up from the entrance of a lungfish beneath its surface stepping feet.
Maybe the image of the jacana be due [i]or[/i] owings to the insane remembering Jesus. Up here in the brake
we papal court flowers glowing, smelling as sweet in the