Category: Lake/ocean
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Pond and Brook
I leave my Pond and Brook by the bedside, with its buzzing mayflies, fin-splashed surface, amoeba-soaked beach, and head downstairs, to ease myself through churning email where minor decisions flutter across dry laminate. All the while the mayflies await my return, and chatter through their own webs of consequence.
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The history of my way through water
Does water remember as I make my way across her on this diagonal again? I clear a wake, paddles’ light splashes, this side, then the other. She self-heals in a moment or two, yet I wake-splash on. Tomorrow it will be the same – me launching out, she self-healing. I like to think she takes…
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Nighttime flight to London
i. you call it an expanse but I see the rivers, no whitecap flecks, just warp and weft of current slicing though floes in their jagged way and I ask how they snake up, crisscross, with tides bulging under them all ii. I can see them now the chunks of wave line that seem like…
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Early morning on Lake Shore Drive
maze of brown at the center, trees empty of leaves, row after row stretching to scattered hazel edging the lake, its soft fog settled, tissue-papers, still, grey, jade mist, dull pearl, kingdom come
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Taking the car to the beach
this is not quite the breeze that wound past us when we entered the woods off the dirt road and into the forest path, wheel ruts covered in moss, air mingling sea, hemlock, wintergreen, moss, and the fresh soil overturned when you backed out of the cul-de-sac because a tree had fallen that winter while…
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When walking through woods without my father
I am not sure if it is the breeze, wilder, more freeing than any in the city, or the wintergreen sending its scent up to play with the blueberries and pine that brings on this longing afresh. You would perch yourself on a ridge like this one overlooking the lake or a forested horizon, endless…
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