Friday, May 20, 2011

My Lake

I’d love to spend some time outside
Communing with the fishes
Reclining in a rocking boat
One of my many blisses

The small waves lapping on the side
Thoughts of work condemn
Each wavetop bears, a tiny spark
Each of them a gem

The rocking of the metal boat
And sun on me warming
Sinks me down toward a nap
Such sweet dreams are forming

And when I wake to tugging line
I was feeling splendid
In really felt like déjà vu
Just like my dream had ended

Ken Goree

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