Friday, July 1, 2011

I think I have been here before

A lake in the park, in the woods, in the world

a smooth lake marked by small slits of red
fish swimming up to the surface, rippling out
a calm punctuated by their lapping
curious reminders of them below the surface

the ripples soften, the reflection of the sky and clouds steadies straight
a picturesque image of the lake returns for a moment of unquestioning

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