Across the Lake

Image: TheOtherKev @ Pixabay

When we

Looked out

Across the lake

Too late

I knew that it was wrong.

Nature

Is cruel.

She swayed like a bulrush.

Her eyes,

Deep-set and dark

With unfathomed currents,

Was fixed.

As each moment

More sacrifice

Was teased from

Brittle bones

To strengthen the

Rich, vital earth.

The ghost of beauty

Shone pale within her still.

But most

Had been given to the wind.

The reason,

With fragile hands,

She pulled the car door closed

And asked to leave.

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