Wednesday, November 25, 2020

Prien Lake, November 2020

 

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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