Mangrove Ascot, Possibly

Everybody seemed
to remember me. As if
I had some solid selection
where i'm posed like a brilliant root
to the hoi paludal, swamps emerging
out of every suggestion.

Every breath, indeed, becomes reduced
to something understandable;
imagine, for instance, that she's a new bride
a-shower in her matrimony
glaring but forgetting
for whom her glare recedes.