... but not always:
Mirage
There is even a rusty sip left
in the tin cup.
Around the shallow green pool
fan-palms tower. A cottonwood leans.
Reeds bend low over the banks soft lip, where the real,
and the reflected
drink from the same source.
Birds of the oasis divide their time between the two
- as they dip and swerve and flit
from branch,
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