dancing through the water
of her bacarat bowl,
it seems a charmed existence
undulating there in aqua pura
I see her, but does she really see me?
she hovers
as if offering a photo opportunity
she blows little kisses
and blinks, shimmering
les fishee d'oro
she can be so koi










He He Well anyway this is a great entry in the contest. Best wishes to you 



Love this
Love the 'French mood' of the whole poem.
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