Okavango

by Pam Newham

Lilies like watery stars.
The silent glide of the makoro
down narrow canals
water-weed dank
past frogs the size of fingernails
clinging to slim reeds.
Papyrus high on both sides.
The crack and crunch of hippos
on the river banks.
In a clearing a lion so lazy
he can barely lift his head.

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