The Lake

1 August 2015

The lake is happy when the sky clouds over.
It has nothing left to give.

The girl sings the songs that she is given,
songs that are held at the threshold.

Her gift is expected, or unexpected.
There is no other gift.

I closed my invisible book.
I tried to stand.

Rapture. Quiet canoe.
I was defeated, done with speaking.

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