Sunlight rests on the surface
of a mirey pond
like a sheen of oil on the sea.
It does not pierce the depths,
neither does it warm—
but only glimmers uselessly.
This is day 33 of LABIA MUNDA, a series of forty poems during the forty days of Lent.
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