Vegetation is taking over the pond.
Clear water continues enabling space for half a dozen mallard drakes to cruise up and down self-importantly
like Black Sea frigates,
though they have competition.
The flag irises that I planted in three spots
in my underpants
while wading in bare feet
wearing my underpants-
are showing vibrant yellow blooms,
while their supporting greenery gently annexes open water.
The south side is sprouting narrow leaved faintly glaucous grasses,
and the eastern border is growing in toward the island.
The jungular lushness is slightly threatening – occupying half my mind with plans to dredge
as if today
it was not beautiful.