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I overturned the rowboat planning soon
to row, looking as I turned it over
for water snakes or wasps in their paper
nests, but there was nothing there, it was true
so I reached out to get the oars and saw
appearing in a quiet growing swarm
hornets in their orbits out of the warm
earth all from a hole in alarm and awe.
Around where I had plunked the old boat down
waking them up to come out and inquire
“Who’s shaking the ground?” they seemed like a fire
I’d somehow ignited, jagged soft sounds
I’d stirred in the water, my hand through fronds
the murmuring grass, a breeze off the pond.

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