Johnson Lake, Late August

1 December 2014

You paddle tenderly
through the chatter

of paper-thin lake ice
while I cast and troll

a line in the wake.

This is what
it’s like to forgive
and yet remember.

Set a boat in the water,
push it off from shore.

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