Poetic snapshots, mostly travel-related.
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Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Lake
The lake is calm, cool
under gray skies, boats
anchored and waiting
like I wait for you.
Covered, cobwebbed,
sleeping til summer.
Clean me, care for me,
spit shine my skin
and break me in
all over again.
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