Lake at Sunrise

 

Holy Moley broken crocks
Kitchen shack
Lost ribbons
Smell of a meadow
Pools of light
Golden day
Drowned, float free
Waves of power
Spat
First suitcase shut
An orange at dusk
Chain
Boat
Zero
Clouds of gold and bronze
A pea hen brown
A small blue shoe with three straps and a buckle
The shape of a diamond in a constellation
Tar clay
Blueberry mash
Whale skin deep
A spoon flickering with brandy
Toe nail pink and tiny
Lap-lap, lap-lap, lap-lap
The lake speaks in tongues of water and weed
Tongues of silt
The echo of a hull on the shore rock
Hollowly sounding
In the bell resounder of the curve of the boat bottom
Curve of the wood
Becomes a sounding board announcing
The edge
Where water meets land
One
Absorbs
The other.


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