The Low Wind

The low wind etches the lake again

and again in lines and stippling, as

if saying: remember it like this, or this,

or maybe this: as if hoping that one

image at least will hang in memory

unerased, a moment saved from the

endless rippling flux.

 

(Julian O’Dea)

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