Lawrence Hall
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Prien
Lake, November 2020
Waterfowl honk, quack, sing,
and fish
Among floating insulation and
foam
Near to the foundered wreckage
of a boat
Along the shore, where sits a
plastic chair
A discount-store throne in
isolation
Set forth in rich, primeval mud
where live
The little creatures whose
logical end
Is in a fish or in a gumbo dish
A hurricane of hours is sorrow
for years
In ancient, endless work, and occasional
tears
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