Wednesday, August 15, 2012


2012 Poems: Silver


Just below the water
There are reefs in wait
The rocks tinted silver
(The wreckage of boats).

I do know this lake
To steer this way or that;
A map deep inside.

It's different on land.
There, I hit reefs.

I like this. You know your way around one set of reefs, but not the other. One doesn't change much, the other constantly changes.
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