Ripples roll on the lake absorb
into banks, climb the pines
and shake their tops, leaves
float down to the surface overlap
the lilies build brown green yellow
piles all around the side. Ripples
rock the water top distort
the white, blue sky clouds
make them round and wave
the heavens flag. From the bottom
looking up ripples rumble, dot
of the sun flashes off and on
eclipsed by the source of commotion:
heart attack ripples a body convulses
face down spasms and splashes
and fights for breath in the middle
of the lake like a fish flaps on deck.
Feb 27, 2007
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