Wednesday, November 30, 2011


Autumn Tale

Summer's gone
stow the screens, tarp the chairs, try to recall
the joke she
told by the fire near the lake under
a low moon,
was the dog still here, were the kids gone yet?
So long to
late night swims dipped to the neck in black ink
peppered with
starlight that rode the ripples in winking
cadence while
our hands moved like unseen fish brushing by.
autumn settled softly, rounded edges,
hooded eyes,
sifted in, buried us up to the neck,
warm, amazed
that the endless adventure was only
a tale told
by a fire, near a lake, ending, sweet.

November 18, 2011

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