It was hard to imagine a sun above those clouds
it was hard to want it
their covetous shoulders
bearing down on the lake
It was hard to keep from those colours
it was hard to keep from prying their secret names
It might have been motionless
but for persistent shred of white foam
disappearing just as it appeared,
might have been sinews stretching
then coiling, readying for the fray
sending off static as a warning
or invitation rite.
Dec 4, 2010
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