9.13.16

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again and again
(and again)
i forget
the magic of sitting
under a tree at the
lake, wind wilding my
hair this way, then that
the old man walking
his tired old dog
the young marine
stretching after a
run (in this heat!)
does he take his health
for granted the way
so many of us in
our youth do? or
does he go down
on his knees
at the end
of each day
whispering
prayers of
gratitude?

the water is so
B.L.U.E.

“Lake Closed”
the sign a reminder
of the ineptitude
of man, trying to
control/cajole nature
into building lakes
where estuaries
were designed
(by God or Nature?
does it matter much?)

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