The lake at dusk, silverplaterewards you for a day of rain. Willows warp The water's weft, Shrouding light. An old mirror The surface clouds, water Parallel above, below. We walk the shore Between the double weight Of past and future rain. Flotsam knits lake to shore, A sneaker in the wash, upturned, Paddles, paddles the sky. Fremantle Arts Review 1990s |
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