The Lake

a Saturday morning poem.

Washington Square/The Place Next to Where Kristina and Robert Got Married; oil and oil stick on canvas; by Haley Grubor; PRINTS AVAILABLE (see below)

there is a drowning 
that incurs at the settle.

the rocks round their corners,
shells disintegrate—the lake, it seems,

is full. 
sediment rich in foundation,
and beautiful acoustics. 

the water table is set
and dinner is served

with finesse.
no guests to impress,
 
just us,
the dog, and
our own cups.

beware,
for we are well.

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