lakeshore reflections

lakeshore reflections
the book
I forgot

a small boat’s bristle
of fishing poles

ignored
by a deer
missing her fawn

the air pungent
with mushroom rot

passing me
on mountain bikes
their politics

shadow stretching
as I walk

extracted
from the hair on my back
a tiny beetle


A sequence based on a walk I took three days ago around a boggy mountain lake known as Black Moshannon, the center of a charming state park.

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