I
the post-perched bird
remains still, but for its eyes,
which dart about —
below, fish shoot and jink,
thinking the post oddly shaped

II
the mountains reflect
off of that glassy lake
with such clarity;
all know which mountains are true
except for the fishes

III
behind the barracks,
some local women gather
to bath at the well.
he pretends not to look
they pretend not to be seen