In the pond in the park
all things are doubled：
Long buildings hang and
wriggle1 gently. Chimneys
are bent2 legs bouncing
on clouds below. A flag
wags like a fishhook
down there in the sky.
The arched stone bridge
is an eye， with underlid
in the water. In its lens
dip crinkled heads with hats
that don't fall off. Dogs go by，
barking on their backs.
A baby， taken to feed the
ducks， dangles3 upside-down，
a pink balloon for a buoy4.
TreeTOPs deploy5 a haze6 of
cherry bloom for roots，
where birds coast belly-up
in the glass bowl of a hill；
from its bottom a bunch
of peanut-munching children
is suspended by their
sneakers， waveringly.
A swan， with twin necks
forming the figure 3，
steers7 between two dimpled
towers doubled. Fondly
hissing8， she kisses herself，
and all the scene is troubled：
water-windows splinter，
tree-limbs tangle9， the bridge
folds like a fan.
