Saturday, May 12, 2012

Lake shed.

I have been asleep for so long where
Mosses drench the brush--

Their sopping residues cotton the shade lying
Beneath me as
I am upon them:

Or eternally, an orbital task is asked of circles on the lake waters
Just once, and is
Expected and expected

And stalked,
Not so
Much as many times or often,

The surface storms, but when the
Equidistance returns

And the mirror is gradually, confidently

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