Thursday, November 10, 2022



The wind caterwauls across the lake

Scalloping gray waters

As it streaks toward shore then

Swaying the trees like sea anemones

You think you’re so hard

Barked around a knot wood core

Of muscle and bone 

But it’s all an act

Sure, sure that invisible howl

Is the force alone

That bends me toward you

Ignoring the fact

We're mostly water


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