Feb 27, 2007

Ripples

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.

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