The PigPen's Resplendent Kaffeeklatsch

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My current favorite from just mercedes from the Sestina practice threads, attention all those who think forms are hooey.

I live alone, in the bush, just below
McInally mountain, part of the high
alpine range. Canberra’s lights reflect
from clouds to the north, their shine
reduced by distance to a glow. My river
joins the Murrumbidgee, becomes their water.

I generate power, pump my own water,
collect firewood for free, fish in the pools below.
I watch from my bed, look down on the river
for food, like a kingfisher perching on high
but I can’t fly like him, a fast arrow shine
of blue. I am lonely, blue too, I reflect.

As I finish work I hear loud music, reflect
on loneliness, decide a bourbon and water
before driving home might put a shine
on my day. I stand at the bar chatting; below
on the dance floor dancers gyrate, high
on energy, moving like a flooded river.

It’s been raining. I wonder if I’ll cross the river
tonight. If I can’t see the white rock reflect
in the crossing, the river is running too high
for me. I’ve already lost a car to the water
this year. The rock shows the safe level below.
I won’t cross if I can’t see it shine.

In the bar’s darkness, teeth and eyes shine.
I meet a man with dark hair like a river
that flows down his back. He gestures below
to the dancers. His welcoming eyes reflect
my smile. He leads, I follow like water
this stranger. I want him. I want to get high

on music, dancing, getting to know him, high
on life again. I laugh, and watch his eyes shine
like ripples of moonlight playing on water.
Something’s starting. As raindrops join in a river
we’re moving together. Our shadows reflect
only one. We’re joined above and below.

We stand high on a cliff overlooking a river
through new land. Stars shine around us, reflect
new patterns emerging in the water below.