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.
Woodrat photohaiku 