Vagueness inherits the Pond

Everyone has a favorite pond where they come to put garnish upon... Some bring koi and water lily singing stones- the scent of mint wading birds dressed in paradise cattails waltzing with the wind. Envy arrives at your pond with treble hooks and buckshot eyes turning tranquility into graves plastic bags dancing in the shade. Serenity forever pocked a fifth of envy clanging off the rocks As a vague gray scans the quiet-quiet frons.