Awakening the Deep
September 2nd 2007 10:22
Troubling the Glass
At dawn a west wind troubles the still waters of an inland lake
Awakening the deep.
Splashes of light like silent shouts glare
across the water. They started in a straight forward
way to cross the lake in the gathering dark
but the wind rippled water broke up the
attack and smeared out the forces of light
into a undulating wedge.
Carrying her dead like earrings.
Muddying the greens.
And always a mashed potato sky.
With some people it's the birds and the bees
but with you it's all buzzards and cane toads.
At dawn a west wind troubles the still waters of an inland lake
Awakening the deep.
Splashes of light like silent shouts glare
across the water. They started in a straight forward
way to cross the lake in the gathering dark
but the wind rippled water broke up the
attack and smeared out the forces of light
into a undulating wedge.
Carrying her dead like earrings.
Muddying the greens.
And always a mashed potato sky.
With some people it's the birds and the bees
but with you it's all buzzards and cane toads.
Deep Blue
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