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The dark green leaves swaying above us, as the wind softly blows.
The water ripples, making soft lapping sounds at the shore.
The geese puff up their feathers, squawking and flapping wildly.
The dark green leaves swaying above us, as the wind softly blows.
The water ripples, making soft lapping sounds at the shore.
The geese puff up their feathers, squawking and flapping wildly.
Welcome to lake indifference
Here you will find the vacation home of every man I have ever loved.
Starting with cabin 208
Occupied by all the men I accidentally loved in high school.
Or at least I thought I loved.
Momma said there’d be days like these
The sweat on your brow
And the pain in your knees
Momma said how the world can often be hard
How the ones that you love
Can leave you with scars
Am I alone? The only wanderer.
Drift wood in a sea of rain drops
Flowing with the breeze
Against the waves as they flow
Is this it? Watching the sun set
A mosaic on the horizon
How does one fill a void inside?
Who is there in which I can confide?
I'd like to say I need to swallow my pride,
But there's none left, so now I'll just hide.
in the ponds of mountain no tomorrow
mother loon croons her songs of sorrow
and though the tufts of storms blow by
she will not quit her phantom cry
the corpses of canoes will sink and lift
There is a stone sinking to the bottom of a lake. Spinning and twirling around and around to expose two initials. It doesn’t matter if they are mine though I know that they are
I can't watch the sunsetbecause it hurts my chest
but I like the way the waves crash against the shoredragging it back down with the tide
they say that nothing gold can stay
but what about the other metals seen as precious
in the eyes of man
you are my silver lining
what I remember about you.
Calloused toes perched on the edge of a rough wooden plank,
goggles pulled tight against SPF-oiled skin.
Untamable golden-brown curls
submerged in Ozark waters.
Driving home.
Went straight instead of left and
ended up at the dock
facing that water
running under and out from me to the foot of the colossal mountain
If I could draw my feelings, that would be one thing
But I cannot
I have no feelings
But maybe that just means I feel too much, or
Think too much
Very true indeed
We met under the white gazebo fair,
The wind blowing north up the sunlit shore
Your eyes, blue ocean and the bright sand, your hair
Before me was all I had ever yearned for
looking back
reflecting
I find that so much is sad sounds
so much happy tinged with regret
so morose my words have been
so here is joy:
unconstraineduncontrollableallconsumingjoy
Deep, still waters
serene, calm
form a perfect reflection.
Form an image
of an old, old man,
sitting silently
upon a rock, with misty breath
and withered arms
leaning heavily on a stick,
Serene, still and calm I lie,
Stretched beneath the heavenly sky,
Lapping the dewy grass around me,
Silently I ripple and smile.
For long, long days,
I watch the birds overhead fly,
The waves crash against the shore
With so much beauty and allure
As the birds skim the water
Feel the summer sun getting hotter
To be alone, go close to dusk
Look at the moon, feel its cool touch
We sank our toes into the sand beneath the water
While I told him how my father was like his father's father.
