The sun sneaks behind the lake
peeking pink and purple
hello
the lake is sleeping
A silent lull of
nothing blankets the lake, the cluttered
dock in lifejackets
the reflection shining home
Two dock cranes watch
the water, waiting
for the bursts of light
life that will scare them away
Pale yellow claims the clouded sky
good morning
a new breeze shivers the lake
My mother calls it “pond.”
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