Lake Marion
Water’s glass grace unwavering mirror
God’s face in robin’s blue eggshell skies.
Bearded slopes of pine
feather-dust down the mountain slope.
Counterpoint, the waters jagged heart
deep as danger drawn,
surface stilled,
only broken by circus stunt eaters
fingerlings surface launch rocket
returning rounds bound
with no parachutes.
Clouds build the time from full-
bodied forms of vapor
turned to urgent frowns as
storms roll like the train
rocking through the night.
Not-here-now-here-now-gone-again.
*Adding draft poems to the blog. Feel free to comment and suggest improvements.
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